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potosi2013-07-17 09:13 pm
hypercompetent) wrote in potosi2013-07-17 09:13 pm
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The fact that Stiles stuffs his mouth with the cookies shouldn't be charming, but neither should Stiles' inability to keep things out of his mouth in general. It's obvious he's got an oral fixation, and it goes both ways because he winds up staring every time he chews on a stirring stick, or a straw, or his pen, or a hoodie string. It's really, really distracting. (Stiles has a distracting mouth in general, and gigantic bambi eyes and it's awful. Stiles is awful.)
Corner of his mouth quirking downwards a little in sincere amusement, he reaches around the coffee machines to calmly steal the comment cards and relocate them out of Stiles' reach. He's got a small collection of them going, all in Stiles' messy scrawl, but he's not going to encourage his behavior or distractions when he's got work to do on his laptop. ]
It's not that difficult. Takes maybe half an hour to make them, though I'd recommend letting them sit overnight so that they're actually marshmallows and not a marshmallow whip. [ He shrugs it off, like it's nothing to make everything from scratch. ]
lol drunk tags
He makes an offended face as Derek takes the comment cards--rude--but opens up his laptop on the counter, covered in stickers, taking a long sip of the dark coffee and smacking his lips. He should honestly, probably work. He just really doesn't want to. Derek's not always here, and he likes to enjoy the chances he gets with him. ]
Yeah, okay. Dude, when I find time to make marshmallows at home, I will totally try that. [ Between TA-ing and his schoolwork, Stiles pretty much has time to get coffee and that's it--the entire extent of his social life right there. He's weirdly kind of okay with that. ] My diet is 90% Stouffers, so.
This'll be fun.
The quirk turns into a smirk at Stiles' offended face, but it doesn't stay for long because he's distracted seeing if there's any new stickers on the laptop before he catches what he says. An almost appalled look crosses his expression, and he can't help but outright stare at him. ]
How are you alive. Those things shouldn't be considered food. [ Well, to be fair, that would be Laura's diet too if he didn't feed his sister. And Isaac, probably, if he didn't feed him and then take the time to teach him how to make things. Holding a hand up to signal hang on, he turns around and disappears into the back. A minute later, he comes out with a ziploc bag of marshmallows, dusted in powdered sugar still from the whole destickying process, and drops them on top of the keys of his laptop. ]
This is why I just got up to make cookies, btw.
by the time he comes back, stiles is starting to actually read an article for his paper--his brown eyes dart back and forth across the screen and he taps a red pen to his mouth, curiously trying to take in all the information he can, and he starts a little when there is suddenly a bag of fluffy goodness on his keyboard. stiles blinks twice at it, looks down, then back up at derek. ] Dude--seriously? Oh my god.
[ his pleased smile is undeniable, and he shakes the bag, once. ] Thanks, man, forreal. I am going to have the biggest hot cocoa ever tonight and I'm not sharing with anybody.
I'm really sad because I found the last two cookies earlier this week and now they're gone
He almost, almost doesn't want to disrupt Stiles in his reading. At this point he should know better, because once Stiles has been distracted it'll take him ages to get back to work. (Besides, he's a little distracted by him tapping his pen against his mouth-- oral fixation goes both ways, here, and he mentally slaps himself.) ]
Honestly, I should just send you home with a bag of actual food so that you and Scott don't wind up dying because of college malnourishment. [ But he sighs, waving him off with a faint twist of fond amusement on his face as he goes to cross his arms. ]
Hopefully random sterek tags make it better.
but he tucks his pen behind his ear and picks up the marshmallows, opening the bag. he's eaten them out of derek's basically sex cookies (he's not going to admit that he calls them that out loud--or, well, his diarrhea of the mouth'll get to him eventually, but he will at least not admit to thinking about a laundry list of extremely dirty things every time he uses the words "sex" and "derek" in the same sentence.) but stiles has never just had one out of the bag before.
so, of course, stiles puts like four in his mouth at once. ] Ith noth malnourshhhhmnt. Lucky charmth are great. And ramen? Dude, tho mushhh ramen.
Random stereks make everything better but now I want cookies.
Slowly, his eyebrows raise as he watches Stiles open the bag and start pulling marshmallows. They raise even higher as he basically plays a game of chubby bunny, stuffing the extra large marshmallows into his mouth.
He opens his own for a second, then closes it, obviously debating on how to go about this. Stiles, some days, seems like he'd lost his mind somewhere along the way. ] That's it, I'm making you a bag to take home.
(belated)
Theriouthly?! [ he lights up like a kid at the candy store, grinning hugely at derek--and, yes, there are still threads of marshmallow in his teeth. this is him, derek. this is the guy you've got a crush on. he swallows before he continues again, at least. ] Dude, you're like, my hero. I'm gonna make hella hot chocolate. And rice krispie treats, hell yes.
This was the most random sterek tag ever but do u here me complainin
At least they're a little bit healthier than store bought, even if they are still a lot of sugar. Do you have any flavor preferences? [ Because he can do flavored marshmallows. He really can. But then he pauses, squinting at him. ] And other food. You need actual food.