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[brobeforehos]

Well, doesn't everyone just have a funny glow about them today? Take thoughtful breaks to avoid any carpal tunnel syndrome. Stay hydrated. And maybe don't put anything sharp in your mouths.

If it gets worse, I predict I'll be celebrating the end of the curse with a drink.

[ooc; National Fetish Day? Yes. Kissing and telling? Not Mae's style. But you can pretty much assume she has not gone to work at the Library today, and maybe only made one or two appearances at a supermarket.]

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[studmuffin]

Is there a curse?

[ Carefully staring at his phone like if he stops the letters are just not going to make sense. He's not even pausing to side-eye the way Derek's like a livewire beside him because who even knows what that's all about. ]

[brobeforehos]

Maybe? Maybe not. I'm waiting for confirmation, otherwise...

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[lupusalpha]

[He looks over at Stiles, still a bit tense. He's so cursed. He's so cursed it's blinding]

Are you talking to Mae?

[studmuffin]

Derek's acting kind of funny, maybe he is too.

[ Stiles is obviously such an innocent person. Or the City decided he doesn't actually care what people know about his sex life. ]

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[brobeforehos]

Oh

[studmuffin]

Ye-es?

[ Framed like a question because Derek is being a big weirdy weirdo. ] Dude, are you okay? You look a little ... flushed.

[brobeforehos]

That's

[brobeforehos]

Probably not

[brobeforehos]

Great

[brobeforehos]

Suggest a cold shower.

[brobeforehos]

Wait, I want to see the look on his face.

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[brobeforehos]

It'll probably be a clue whether it's a curse or not.

[studmuffin]

I am very confused but okay. So I'll hold back on telling him to get his wolf-y hide in the shower?

While you ... deduce.

[brobeforehos]

Very well, Waston.

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[fiamme]

so it's a curse, then.

[lupusalpha]

Tell her that-

[He pauses, turns, nuzzles at Stiles. Literally]

God, tell her that she's loud.

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[brobeforehos]

I don't know, is it? Can you confirm? Maybe it's just the upcoming spring, or a touch of hormones in the air.

[studmuffin]

I don't want to grow a mustache. And we don't need a dog if we have Derek. I could totally fake a limp though.

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[fiamme]

i was not feeling like this yesterday or last night.

[studmuffin]

[ His pulse immediately sky-rockets like a soda pop with the lid twisted off. They've touched more, since he came back. Derek is always there and oddly protective. This is weird though. ]

I can't hear her. [ ... ] Wait, werewolf.

[lupusalpha]

[He breathes in that rise in arousal, too.]

And tell her the shower doesn't mask the smell, either.

[Oh, god, it doesn't.]

[brobeforehos]

[Bitch, look. The moment Stiles said Derek's acting weird, she has known. It's hard not to know these things, but usually she is not at all embarrassed by her body and the fact that from time to time she chooses to love it all on her own. It wouldn't be the first time she's done it close to him, although she didn't know it the first few times, but-

Probably never for twenty minutes straight.

If she needed confirmation that he heard, well.]

Excuse you. [That's the perfect timing Mae's got, coming out of the room assigned to her for these weeks, looking like she just had a very long shower. It probably doesn't help that she still feels hot under her sweater, and has rolled up the sleeves to reveal a few bite marks in the shape of her own teeth on the inside of her forearm.] Have you tried not listening in on what's none of your business?

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[brobeforehos]

Yeah, me neither.

[brobeforehos]

You can be a new version of Watson, it's not like I'm interested in growing a penis.

[studmuffin]

[ He's got Derek's face buried at his throat and Mae looks like she wants to run through the forest naked. He's almost tempted not to ask, to shrug it off and let them bicker. But Mae has a bite mark on her arm. ]

Is there a monster in the shower? Like do we have to vanquish it? Because sniffy over here is maybe broken?