[ A loud snort leaves him as Stiles puts the pillow in his lap, and Derek settles his hands on the dresser behind him, leaning and laughing quietly. It's a little bit mean, but it's hilarious, he can't help it. That's so not smooth, Stiles. At all. Inclining his head towards him, a little grin on his face.
He caused it, sure, but still. He didn't think it'd have such an outstanding effect on him. That's definitely something he'll keep in mind for later (because he's sure there'll be a later, at this rate). ]
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He caused it, sure, but still. He didn't think it'd have such an outstanding effect on him. That's definitely something he'll keep in mind for later (because he's sure there'll be a later, at this rate). ]
You okay there?