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What did you do? [Glares and starts gazing around the room. He could sense something was off.]

Just-- just-- [Stutters already panicked.] It's not as bad as it looks like! Just promise me you won't freak out, okay, it's important for me and for my future where I'm still alive!

Did you break something? [Derek snarls and pushed Stiles, a bit too hard, to the side and makes his way into the room. Sure it wasn't much to look at in the first place but Derek appreciated the few things he got left. Especially his bed. Stiles better not have touched his bed. he knew that it had seen better days but still.]

Uuuuh...! [Stiles stumbles at the brute force. Though, he was glad at some point that Derek seemed to be fine with him sometimes sneaking into the Hale house when he had too much Adderall, but apparently touching things were still on the "NO" list. Which was a problem.] It depends, uuuh, define 'break'...?

[Because he didn't actually break anything... It just fell apart in his hands. The Hale family album, yyyeah. He just wanted to see it! But now it's a pile of... dust. Well, not entirely, but... there was some serious damage. Besides the one the fire caused.]

Something falls apart. [Derek replied. His eyes then focused on the pile of dust in the corner. He quickly made his way over there and picked up pieces of the family album. For a brief moment he was overcome with sadness but it quickly devolved into anger. He kept his calm as he placed the album carefully on the broken shelve before turning to Stiles. His eyes blazed blue and there was a distinct... pointy teeth. He then growled and quickly walked up to Stiles and pushed him up against the wall. Luckily it didn't break too!]

Don't. Touch. My. Stuff. [He snarled]

Yyyeah, that-- [Stiles starts, wincing. But as he catches the passing emotion on Derek's face he feels awful. He bits in his lips and rubs the back of his neck like a little boy.]

Hey I'm-- [ASDFSDFG werewolf attack! Stiles' teeth clicking loudly as his head hits the wall too.] Sorry, sorry I'm sorry okay! Dude, it's just an album with... with possibly the only pictures of your family, alright-- [He trails off, closing his eyes tightly and prepared for a punch or kick or anything.] Just make it quick!

[Derek breathes heavily as he fights back against his homicidal tendencies. He does catches what Stiles says. It's true that it's just an album. He could barely watch through it anyway. He then lets Stiles go as he withdraws his teeth and returns to human form.]

You're right. It was just an album. But I still don't like people touching my stuff. [Derek then replies, slightly calmer now.]

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[Stiles stays against the wall, still expecting the punch. But then he dares to open one eye.] You're not gonna-- oh okay. Phew, okay. [Deep breath. ]

Sorry man, I was just curious. I just wanted to see how the house looked like before and all you know. I mean I saw pictures of the outside, but I was curious about the inside of the house too, and maybe about the Hales, and I must say your sister was a hottie. [He rambled without even knowing what he's saying and started walking around the room. Poking at stuff that caught his attention: some painting on the wall, some hole in the wall... Weird, burned thingies on the burned nightstand and such.]

Yes and you dug her up. [He then replied accusing.] Should I be thankful her lower part wasn't there? [Now he's just messing. He do miss his sister though and he hated whoever killed her.]

[As Stiles goes exploring in his room, Derek growls and quickly catches up with him. He then gives him a slap over the head like he saw that Gibbs do in that TV-show he saw at Stiles place once.]
No touching! I don't want you to ruin anything else. Heck, the floor may even break if you isn't careful. [Derek then glances over to a suspiciously Derek-shaped hole in the middle of the room.]

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Oh my god, dude! That's disgusting, I think I'm gonna throw up... [Stiles gasps at te accusing, almost gagging at the thought. Ugh. Ew. Gargh. He won't sleep ever. Or think about wolves, or girls or anything anymore.]

Oww! [He pulls his neck in at the smack, glaring at Derek. He's not a child thankyouverymuch.] What's there more to ruin?!

Why the hell are you still living here?! It's for the thrill of dying under your collapsed burnt out home? Because then you're messed up way more than I first thought.

I'm glad you're having some sense then.

[Derek bit his teeth tight and glared at Stiles.]

It's my home. If anything collapses I'll be fine. I'm a werewolf remember?

[He then walked over to the window and looked out through it.]

Stiles... so tell me then, where else should I live?

Werewolf doesn't equal immortal, you know. [Stiles snorts, spreading his arms.]

Pff, somewhere... else? Like, that motel at the edge of town? If you pay a decent amount they won't even tell anyone you've ever set foot there. Or- or or I don't know rent a flat somewhere? Anywhere but here? [He shrugs and sits down on Derek's bed.]

Yes but I'll heal. [Flatly.]

[He gives Stiles another glare as he sits down on his bed.]

Got a problem though... money. I don't got an awful lot of it. Staying here is free.

From being dead? [Raises an eyebrow.]

[Totally oblivious of Derek's glare as he's picking something on the covers.]

What? You're poor? I thought your family was loaded, man. With a house like this and that car of yours.

[Ignores that statement.]

Yeah but this house lies in ruin as you pointed out. [Grumbles.] My family may be loaded but this is the home I grew up in. It's mine.

[Stiles lets out an annoyed sigh and lays back on the bed.]

No place like home, huh, even if it's inhabitable. [He says as he's eying a hole on the ceiling. ] I feel sorry for you, dude. I really do.

Don't feel sorry for me. I like it here. And if I want something I'll just climb into your room.

Well isn't that nice! [Twists his neck to glare at Derek from where he's lying.] Stiles' room will be the new shelter for brooding sourwolves when they need things. Just how I imagined my life. I always preferred you in my room over oh, I don't know, maybe over someone with strawberry blonde hair, really. [Eyeroll. What was his life anyway.]

[Derek snorts and glances over to Stiles.] So that's how far your compassion for homeless wolves go then? I don't need anything from you anyway. But you asked.

Well, yeah? [Rolls on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows.] I mean, it's awful you have to live in a dumpster, but if my dad finds out you're regular in my room I'll be joining your hobo lifestyle for sure! And no sir, I don't need that.

Fine then. [Flatly.]

Is there anything you need other than wrecking the place?

[Stiles looks around, pouting his lips slightly.] Mmm, not really no. Why?

Then why are you still here?

[Stiles opens his mouth, then closes it. He looks around as if searching for the answer.] Uhm... for the view? [He tries, wincing.]

You just complained and said it was a dump. [Derek then walks closer with a tense stance and crouches down in front of Stiles.] And you're probably not here to meet me, the "sourwolf"... [He then sniffs in air for any sign and listens to Stiles hear beat after any lies or nervousness..]

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[Stiles squints his eyes a little at the other, licking his lips.]

I was bored, you know. [Not entirely a lie.] Sooo I came here? Cuuuz this... is a fun place? [Not actual lies, of course. But Stiles still has to look around to ignore Derek's uncomfortable gaze.] Despite the annoying sourwolf population.

[It may not be a lie a changed heartbeat may give away not the smell of fear. However the flacking of Stiles gaze raises suspicion.]

Are you hiding? Or are you looking for something?

[Stiles clears his throat, and pull ups his legs to sit cross legged on the bed now, eying a burn area on the side of the room.]

Uuuuh, yeah uh which one of those things won't get me in more trouble?

Just answer the questions.

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[Sighs through his nose, eying Derek.]

Okay look I-I won't touch anything, I'll even leave this room I brought a sleeping bag I'll just find some other not so burned room for the night. I have school in the morning so I'll be out early, you won't even know I was here! Deal?

[Derek stood up and looked at Stiles with a hint of concern in his look.]

Let me get this straight... you need a place to crash for the night? Do I want to know why you can't stay at your dad's place? No matter, you're welcome to stay regardless. As long as you doesn't bother me too much. If you do I'll kick your ass all the way home.

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Jackpot! See, you aren't that big of a dumbwolf. [Smiles smugly as he's pointing at Derek, winking.] And uuuuh it's strictly family business, no big deal. [Sometimes the house gets too big and suffocating at the same time so he has to get away before bad thins happen.]

Wow, so I can really stay-- Uuuh, okay, okay not bothering you, deal, totally got it!

Do you want to stay here or not? [Derek replies with a glare. He doesn't like being called dumb.]

Fine.

[Aaaaand Stiles will remember that, yes, alright.] Oooh-kay, good. Good.

[Thus awkward silence. Stiles hated silence in general, so... rambling it is.]

Sooo what do you usually do here? Do you have any games or something to read?

I sleep, train and cooks food. When I'm not here I ~~stalks you~~ keep an eye on everything and hunts. I do not got any games or books. Maybe something badly burned somewhere perhaps.

Yyyeaaah, that... sounds fun. [Not really, judging by his bored expression.] Almost disgusting. No wonder you forgot how to have fun, sourface.

So good thing I came prepared! [He smiles and snatches his bag from next to the bed and takes out his laptop. He moves to lean against the headrest of the bed as he opens it.] You can do your 'fun' things, and I'll be doing mine! No bothering, no no, see? I'm totally nailing this.

Fine. [Derek grunts before removing his shirt and throw onto a burned table next to the bed. He then sat down in a nearby corner and started doing sit ups.] I hope you don't expect me to cook for you.

Pfff I'm not a fan of burnt toast so passing on that one. [And then Stiles laughs at his own extremely awful joke. He's a horrible person.]

[Derek glares and starts to reconsider if it was a good idea to let Stiles stay here.]

Not amusing in the slightest Stiles. You better be careful or my homicidal tendencies takes over and you'll be my meal. [Not that he'll ever do that. It would cause too much difficulties. And humans probably doesn't taste that good even.]

[Okay no angering the wolf, so Stiles tried to reduce his laughter and saluted at Derek before he turned his attention back to his laptop.] Noted!

Good. [Derek then started doing push-ups. His eyes where locked at Stiles though. He did not trust the younger man to not screw things up.]