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[teenyoda]

Who: Stiles and Derek
What: A little pie and coffee
When: 324
Where: Derek's place
Rating: Possible language if they get into an argument - PG-13

He closed the screen on his bracelet before getting up and going over to put his shoes on. Then he grabbed the pie. Pumpkin. Who didn't love pumpkin pie? He even had a container of whipped cream Ryan had mixed up for him and he popped that in a pack along with a thermos of coffee and a couple mugs. No milk, but he had whitener and sugar. That's all a guy needed, right? Right. The pie got the seat of honor, meaning it got carried carefully instead of being shoved in the dark confines of his pack before he decided he was ready to head over to Derek's.

Why was he heading over to Derek's with pie? Because maybe he felt bad for what a dick he'd been before and maybe he realized that it wasn't like Derek got invited to do a lot of stuff here. He had Isaac and Erica coming to him for all the bad stuff and even Scott didn't hang with the Alpha much in Asgard. Since it was just them against the world (or really, all of Asgard against crazy ice giant queens), Stiles thought maybe trying to keep them a little more closely knit together might be a good idea.

Besides, the answer he got from the text showed him it hadn't gotten any better since he'd left.

He was outside Derek's room and knocking on it twenty minutes later, bouncing just a bit nervously on the balls of his feet because he was remembering the last few times he'd tried this. But that was before and things had changed between them, right? Well, they had at home. He could only hope that meant he could do that here, too.

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[predators]

Whatever is so important that Stiles has to personally come see him is leaving Derek somewhat nervous. Angry kind of nervous, anyway. He has other things to do, see, namely brooding about all the things that he's learned about the future -- which takes a lot of time and effort, mind you -- and keeping an eye on the others. Granted, they never know about it, but it's better that way.

That, and taking care of the fish Isaac had given him. It's still alive, and that fact might even leave him a little proud.

Speaking of the fish, he finishes feeding the damn thing just as Stiles knocks on the door, and for a moment not answering seems like the best idea. But then, Stiles would never leave. Sighing, Derek goes to the door, opening it to find the teen on the other side.

"What do you want?"

Yeah, there are going to be no warm welcomes here.

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"I brought pie. And coffee. C'mon, let me in." He gave Derek a wide smile, showing how utterly harmless he was. And potentially cute. Could he still pull off cute? He could with his dad. But Derek was decidedly not his dad. Didn't mean he couldn't try.

[predators]

You're not pulling off anything with him, Stiles. Other than ridiculously annoying but at least he's somewhat used to that.

"My room isn't a cafe, Stiles." Said while he crosses his arms, very much not moving aside to let Stiles in. Why he's dragging his food along with him is beyond Derek, but he's not going to watch it be devoured into that bottomless pit Stiles calls a stomach if there isn't a reason behind it.

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"I brought it to share, Derek. I thought maybe you could use a little pie. And some coffee. Come on, be a pal. Open the door and I'll cut you out a huge wedge. I got whipped cream."

Because whipped cream was clearly incentive and the magic word.

[predators]

"What makes you think I like pie, or coffee? Or whipped cream." Especially whipped cream. "Find someone else to share it with." Someone who might actually appreciate it, he wants to add, but for once holds back on the sarcasm at least a little. But can you blame him too much? This is bordering on weird already.

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"Derek..." Stiles gave him an exasperated look. "Try for once to actually, oh, I don't know, enjoy yourself. You gotta stop locking yourself away in your room. It's not helping you. Let me in. Please?"

[predators]

You're asking for the impossible here, Stiles... but steps aside, looking mildly annoyed as he does. But it's not because Stiles says please, or gives him that look. Maybe he can get over with this faster if he just lets Stiles do his thing for once. Maybe.

"Come on. I don't have all day."

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His smile was bright and quick, Stiles taking the opening and stepping in. He slid the bag off his back and moved over to a small side table to start unpacking. "You'll love this pie, Derek. Ryan has a way with pies and the pumpkin spice ones are pretty stellar. You want coffee? I brought all the stuff for it. No milk, because that doesn't travel well, but I have whitener."

He was rambling and he knew it, but this small acceptance from someone so keen on biting his head off was a good thing.

[predators]

Derek closes the door, and simply turns to watch as Stiles ventures inside and starts taking things out. His arms are crossed once more, expression set to its normal annoyed mode.

"Stiles? Shut up." Or just... tone it down a little, even. Derek does move closer to look at everything Stiles brought, and though he doesn't comment on it, the pie looks pretty nice.

[teenyoda]

He tries, really, but he's nervous. He was used to the Derek from back home, one that he was more comfortable with. One he could fool around with and know he could get away with it. This was the Derek that smashed his face into his steering wheel and he was wondering how he could get him from Stage A to Stage B.

"You want coffee? I brought mugs. They're clean." He pulled them out, setting the thermos out before digging out the spoons, plates, and forks to go along with everything.

[predators]

He sighs finally, wariness still written all over his face. "If you're here to tell me bad news or something, you better come clean with it."

It's a little unfair, since he'd demanded to know the last time, had gotten way too much in return. But even then, he still feels like there's something Stiles hadn't told him, and it's not sitting right with him.

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Yeah, there were some things he just wasn't going to tell Derek, but that wasn't why he was here. "No bad news. I just thought you could use a little pie. Maybe some company?"

He held up two plates, giving Derek a hopeful look.

[predators]

Oh, how he misses the days he could hear a lie. What a useful skill that had been. His eyes narrow for a moment, but he relents soon enough, considering they'd already had this conversation earlier, sort of.

"I already have company."

A quick glance at the fish. It's really good company, doesn't annoy him and force him to have coffee and pie. Also it looks pretty cool, all grumpy and stuff. But don't tell Isaac that.

[teenyoda]

Stiles followed that flick of Derek's eyes, looking over at the bowl. And the Derek-fish. Wow. It's true what they say about people looking like their pets. But that wasn't the point.

"Come on, Derek. A little pie and coffee won't hurt you. You might even like it. It's fresh baked and the whipped cream is homemade..."

[predators]

It's almost creepy how similar they look, isn't it? Isaac had good eye for that sort of thing. Anyway.

Derek sighs, again -- he does that a lot when you're around, haven't you noticed, Stiles? -- and then gives the pie and coffee one last withering look before his attention is back on Stiles.

"Fine. But only one cup, and one piece."

[teenyoda]

He has, thank you, Derek, but he chooses to ignore it. Per usual. And it seems to work, since Derek has caved in to his superior friendship skills and has agreed to a piece. Ha ha. Deal with it, Derek. Stiles is your buddy now.

He moves to begin cutting out a large piece of pie (you didn't clarify, buddy oh buddy face), then another slightly smaller piece for himself before pouring out the coffee. He leaves Derek to add what he wants to his before he goes for the whipped cream. "Want some whippy goodness?"

[predators]

Derek doesn't do 'buddies', Stiles. Might want to accept that before any feelings get hurt here... Namely yours.

He doesn't look particularly happy about the bigger piece, but whatever. There's a limit of how much bitching he'll do with someone who is just too thick to get it. So he takes the plate with the pie, leaves his coffee black and then raises a brow at Stiles.

"No." A pause. "It'll ruin it."

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That was a surprise. Derek was a pie purist. He gave him a half shrug before moving to scoop out a dollop and place it on his own piece of pie. "Suit yourself."

He took his pie and his coffee (heavily sugared/whitenered) and moved to slide down the wall so he could sit on the floor, looking up at Derek as he stabbed at the pie with his fork.

"So what happened while I was gone?"

[predators]

"You weren't gone for long." It's always like that. Back home, time flies, days and weeks turn into months, which then sometimes even manage to wrap up a year.

"Mostly Scott was just searching for his husband."

A look. Maybe...somewhat, very, very vaguely amused. Or it could just be the light playing with his face, either way, he looks right back at you with that one, Stiles.

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"Not here, maybe. I was back home for more than a few months." He forks a bit of pie up, scooping up some whipped cream with it before eating it. Oh god, so good.

He gives Derek a sour look at that remark. Really, Derek? Really?

"That needs to get fixed. Pronto."

[predators]

"The gods make nothing simple. Not even time." It's...frustrating like that, how they can toy with every aspect of their lives. Nothing rubs Derek more wrongly than that.

But yes, really.

"More than served the two of you right after your party." Is said with nonchalance as he picks at his pie.

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"The gods are a giant pain in my ass." Pie was crammed in his cheek so he could talk without spraying it everywhere.

He reached for his coffee, sipping while he gave Derek a roll of his eyes. "How does that serve us right? We had a party for everyone. They all had a good time, except for you. I think you're just intent on being a grump."