( video 39 )

[studmuffin]

[ The view from his device is obscured by cereal boxes for half a second, laying on the conveyor belt with all of his stuff. Stiles is doing the grocery run and you know what - he is the bomb right now buying enough food for three and not being weirded out by his lady purchases. Of course the nice middle-aged woman behind the counter doesn't know his video is running and neither does he, he's just babbling at her. ]

-- And then he said that's not my horse. It turns out it was one of those weird alpaca things, can you imagine how awkward that was?

[ Beep beep beep goes the cash register and Stiles is counting out money. They don't notice the creeping mistletoe growing. At least not until he leans in to pass his cash over and the woman reels him in by his shirt. Stiles manages to make a surprised noise before her lips cover his, one manicured hand cradling the back of his head. It's a little awkward with the counter sticking into his stomach and the weird non attraction they have going and when she breaks away with horror Stiles starts nervously laughing and grabs all everything all at once, almost tripping over himself in his haste. ]

Um thank you for your service. Customer service. Not -- Bye.

[ With that he flees. ]

( ooc: come kiss him do it do it do it. )

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[hexuality]

[This is before she's dropped her things off at her flat so her arms are full of bags and her purse is slipping off her shoulder and she doesn't have a free hand to fix it and damn it damn it damn it struggling.

Then she snaps, to no one in particular,]

Where's my bloody wand?

[studmuffin]

[ He places his own stuff by the wheel of his jeep and moves to help her. ] Hey, here.

[ Lifting the bags out of her arm instead of trying to find her wand because you don't do that to a super witch, right? ] I got them.

[hexuality]

No, it's alright, I—

[But he's already got a hold on her things and she finally sees who it is when she's blown the hair from her eyes.]

Stiles. Thank you! [Fixing that purse and already going to take her things back, wand in hand.] No, you were on your way somewhere, I'll manage.

[studmuffin]

I was just going to my jeep. [ He offers her a smile and tilts his head to where the sky blue monstrosity is sitting. ]

I could give you a ride home if you want, take all this stuff for you?

[hexuality]

I was going to Shrink them all, but I was planning to drop them home, anyway.

[As she goes Shrinking the parcels and bags, then she grins.]

But I wouldn't say no to a ride. Haven't ridden in a car in years, I think.

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[brobeforehos]

i've got a suggestion for christmas time tp where the t stands for tinsel

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[studmuffin]

Are we going to decorate grandmother's house?

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[brobeforehos]

really? red riding hood? you're going there?

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[studmuffin]

i am going there, yes. that's what we're doing right?

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[brobeforehos]

i guess, but agreement to never refer to him as grandma again

action; reserved for tink and grumpy cat

[brobeforehos]

[So, not that she knows Derek's schedule well enough, but Stiles apparently knows when during the day he's not at home, and they're set on doing this. Is there some danger, due mainly to the fact that mistletoe is running wild all over the City, it's dark outside with a few hours after sunset, and they might be in danger of a. dying in the forest mauled by wolves or b. making out in the forest with every step? Yes. But their middle names are Danger, by now.]

You're absolutely sure he's not at home.

action; this is a fairy tale gone so wrong.

[studmuffin]

He's probably killing small fluffy bunnies somewhere. [ He sounds so confident but really Derek could have changed his schedule and Stiles wouldn't know. ] He goes out for a run at night. I think it makes him feel totally empowered.

[ He peers into the box of decorations but it's dark so that's helpful. ] I bet he stayed here on Thanksgiving and thought about all the bad things in his life. We're doing him a favour.

action; not yet but we're getting there

[brobeforehos]

[She nods like it's a super legitimate possibility, even though in all likelihood it's not. They like to make fun of Derek, but somehow still end up pulling stunts like this one. What's Mae's excuse for being here and doing this?

Probably has to do with the fact that she's on his contact list and she has a feeling that's special, which has made her a little strangely protective of him. In a sense. In about as much as one can be protective of a werewolf. Her life.

It's Stiles' fault, though.] Okay, let's act as if we have less than five minutes and just toss the decorations on. Give the cabin some warmth.

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[studmuffin]

[ Stiles still has a key. He keeps meaning to give it back, but ... He likes to tell himself that if Derek ever disappears someone will need to get rid of the wolf-evidence. ]

Five minutes, got it. [ The key slides home and the place is dark and silent and he grins. ] Covert Christmas is a go.

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[brobeforehos]

Should we high five before going in? [A pause.]

For good luck? [For bromance?]

[synanthrope]

[She's working on Chase's new car when Stiles comes in. She's under the carriage as it's up on the hydraulic press, and she sees him come in just as she's making sure the catalytic convertor is secure.]

I saw Mae earlier.

[studmuffin]

[ He totally knows what a catalytic convertor is, aren't you proud of him? ]

Yeah, she texted me. We're on a secret mission. [ He places down all the things she sent him out for on a table and then turns. ] What can I do?

[synanthrope]

[She takes a look at his things, her fingers just barely opening the bag.]

Are you off on a mission of Christmas mischief?

[studmuffin]

We're going to decorate a serial killer's house.

[ He says this with the brightness and ease of a youth who does not give a fuck. ] Because life sucks right now.

[synanthrope]

Please try not to get murdered along the way.

[overdraws]

[ She's coming out of her their room (even if she's the only one who sleeps there; she refuses to think of it as anything else, cuz that means she's kicking Stiles out) when it happens. The mistletoe is growing out from the ceiling, creeping down over the archway, spreading across the walls of the living room to roost over the kitchen area, too.

She literally runs into Stiles, and before she even realizes it, she's grabbing at his shirt and planting one on him. Whoops? ]

[studmuffin]

Hey, do you want a sandwi --?

[ His startled noise is lost between them and then his brain doesn't even give him the opportunity to be weirded out because this is Allison. Instead he just shifts closer, ends up pressing her against the kitchen counter because all of these kisses have been super not pg and he thinks they should sue the City.

But his hands are on her hips and he's making licking his way into her mouth. SORRY SCOTT SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM. ]

[overdraws]

[ The fact that he's not a terrible kisser is a moot point, Allison, this is your ex boyfriend's best friend, and that is so wrong on so many levels. She kisses back with the same ferocity, lips and tongue, arms curling up around his neck—

And then she's pushing away, eyes wide, one hand covering her mouth. ] Oh my god, Stiles, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened—

i am so late i am so sorry omg

[studmuffin]

[ He flails out a hand, nearly upsetting the giant salt shaker on the counter. He grabs for it, settles it again and gives her a small uneasy smile. ]

Mistletoe. It'a kind of a thing. [ He points a finger upward to where the creeping plant is disappearing. ] You know we told you about the curses? Every December this one happens.

[overdraws]

Oh. [ She replies weakly, looking up at the ceiling where the mistletoe has now all but vanished. ] That's... great.