[ He wakes up feeling disorientated, like he can't quite remember where he is. It doesn't take him long to pad barefoot out of his room though, running a hand along his face. ]
[ The door's maybe open so he can't be blamed for stumbling on to that fine show of manliness. He stares though, which he probably shouldn't, then seems to realise he's staring and blurts out. ]
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Derek? You still here?
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Do you ever sleep in?
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You won't like the answer.
[He does when Stiles makes him]
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Does it make you uncomfortable?
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Also you haven't seen yourself work out.
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You like to lick the sweat off my tattoo.
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Wow. Werewolves totally don't have to worry about being sanitary, right?
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Okay, I'm going to go to the other room now where you're not like glistening.
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[He reaches a hand out.]
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Do you have plans?
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[He wrinkles his nose up]
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[ This is a Derek who actually wants to hang out with Stiles. He kind of feels like the world is ending. ]
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[ Stumbling a little. ] What are you doing?
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