Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski Where: Scott’s place When: The day after the thing happened. What: Much amusement at the Stilinski shenanigans Status: Closed/On-Going Warnings: Language and talk of sex
It was still early when Scott heard the door bell ring. He’d been up late studying for a test and hadn’t gotten to bed until far later than usual and consequently slept in. Even so it was still early for visitors. Well, most visitors…
Scott opened the door to Stiles and beckoned him in, “hey bro, what’s up?” he greeted as he headed back into the apartment and towards the kitchen. “Coffee?” he asked. Even if Stiles didn’t want it, Scott did cause something told him the way Stiles was buzzing meant he was going to require at least that to keep up.
He busied himself around the kitchen, making breakfast for the pair, figuring that if Stiles didn’t want what he was offering he’d say something as he shoved together a couple of plates of food. Not the mention the much-anticipated caffeine drink.
“Alright, tell me,” Scott said as he finally sat down and looked Stiles in the eye. “How come you’re here at this time in the morning? What have you done?” He didn’t ask ‘what have you dreamed’ because that led into areas more complicated than he could handle at this time of the day.