oh my god

[ Only Derek's reflexes kept him from fumbling and dropping the bag, but he clutched it to his chest with a vaguely confused and disgruntled look on his face. Despite that, he didn't try to stop Stiles from coming in, and instead nudged the front door shut with his foot. There was no stopping Stiles, as he'd quickly learned, unless he utilized his temper and threats. (Even then it was hit-or-miss.) ]

You sound so sure of that. Upstairs.

[ Stepping through the foyer and into the kitchen, he sighed and set the bag on top of the counter to go through it, eyebrow cocked. As he did, he called back towards the stairs calmly. ]

Scott, Isaac. Stiles is here.

[ ~~whowantsisaacuntilwefindone~~ ]