safefortonight (safefortonight) wrote in halehouserpg, @ 2013-11-25 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week 9, alec, stiles |
I'm here to get paid. This isn't rent-a-friend.
Who: Alec and stiles
When: Monday, after school
Where: Alec's apartment
What: the pack has a mission for Alec. And stiles wants to make sure he hasn't gotten himself killed yet.
Warnings not much beyond language
A few things had changed since Katerina's arrival. For one, he now had actual food in his fridge, which was a first for him. He'd never had a fridge before in his adult life. As a consequence of that, he'd also been eating three meals a day, like a normal person. His apartment didn't smell like beer anymore either. Or wolfsbane. He had no idea what it smelled like. Clean laundry or something fucking domestic like that. It was weird.
He hadn't told anybody where he lived, but he heard Stiles loud and clear. That kid was starting to become increasingly annoying with his house calls. Everywhere Alec went. At least the kid thought loud. Alec would always hear him coming. He opened the door before Stiles knocked, only catching the tail end of the tracking spell. "Something tells me you want something," he said, cryptic like, reminiscent of a fortune teller. "Yes, I'm getting the sense that you're selling Girl Scout cookies. I could go for some of those thin mints."