I could make pancakes. [ Derek lets his face be shoved at, cocking his head a little as he laughs at him softly. Maybe it's more than a little sappy, something more for the honeymooners than two guys who've been dating officially for six months, dancing around each other before that for a year. But right now, he doesn't care.
He's in France with Stiles, and Stiles wanted to come. He'd said yes when he'd offered him the plane ticket, and he's thrilled. More than thrilled.
Straightening again as Stiles fishes his phone out, he shifts a little and scrunches his face up at the camera as he hits the button. If Stiles is going to make a dumb face, he's going to make his disgruntled dog face. ]
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He's in France with Stiles, and Stiles wanted to come. He'd said yes when he'd offered him the plane ticket, and he's thrilled. More than thrilled.
Straightening again as Stiles fishes his phone out, he shifts a little and scrunches his face up at the camera as he hits the button. If Stiles is going to make a dumb face, he's going to make his disgruntled dog face. ]