[When the door opened, Stiles unceremoniously shoved the bag in his hands into Derek's arms, grinning like a maniac. This was part of his master plan, mostly because he had an ironic sense of humor, and the second part of it included Derek conceding to wearing a costume.
Besides it was an awesome costume.]
I am a direwolf, and you are going to be Ned Stark. Where are your murder offspring? [Without much fanfare, he strides into the house, completely ignoring the idea that Derek might not want him there, and looks around.]
you're saying that like you're surprised or something
Besides it was an awesome costume.]
I am a direwolf, and you are going to be Ned Stark. Where are your murder offspring? [Without much fanfare, he strides into the house, completely ignoring the idea that Derek might not want him there, and looks around.]