Noah Stilinski (noahstilinski) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-11-08 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | noah stilinski, stiles stilinski |
Who: Noah and Stiles Stilinski
Where: Their house
When: The morning after.
What: Much awkwardness after Noah disturbs Stiles and ‘friends’
Status: Complete
Warnings: Language, sexual discussion
Standing in the kitchen with his toast and coffee, Noah was subjected to the rerun of the night’s events. The moment when he’d come home from work with an extra burger and curly fries for his kid and headed innocently towards his son’s room to give him the treat only to find him there with a couple of treats of his own. He’d knocked – he was certain he’d knocked – but Stiles had clearly had other things on his mind and hadn’t heard him. Which is how Noah found himself in the doorway, gaping at the mass of tangled limbs. He quickly dumping the food-bag and high-tailing it out of the door so fast he caught his thumb in the door-jam.
Now, the morning after, he was hoping his kid had the sense to sleep in and let him out of the house without them actually having to speak. If only his brain would heal as fast as his thumb, but there wasn’t enough brain-bleach in the world to take away the sights of the previous night.
Noah looked around as the door to Stiles’ room opened. He gulped, unsure who would exit. His son entered the room and, for once in his life, Noah was lacking any guidelines on how to confront this particular situation. “You had friends over last night, huh?” was the best he could come up with and he quickly stuffed toast into his mouth so that he didn’t comment further. Why couldn’t Stiles have slept in, just this once?