Changing Patterns

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"Talking" 'Thinking...
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AN: Gave up on a photo for this chap. Sooo ^^
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    I charge down the stairs, feet pounding on the step as I reach the bottom I grip the tail end and use it to round the edge and spin into the lounge. My eyes examine those in the room, quickly landing on Scott, gouging his pancakes with a large smile.

    "Enjoying that." I say snappy, his head shifts to me and nods, then brow pinching as he looks over my facial expression.

    "Yeah." He answers warily. I nod and round the table to the bar counter behind him.

    Stiles wants his room back, he doesn't want me around anymore- in that sense anymore. Maybe last night was too much, maybe I wasn't thinking straight, shit. I curse under my breath, he wants an out, his room is it, that's his out. He wants away from me, fine, I'll do as he says. I don't want him forced into anything, I don't want him feeling obligated. But as much as that, whatever the hell that was when it was happening, was his relief for things. He made it mine too. So again, shit. Taking my plate I spin around and find my seat, empty space between myself and Scott.

    I look up to him. "When's the guy coming to fix Stiles's room?" I ask leveled and simple. Making a clear sense of an alpha request.

    "Oh, he canceled." Scott piped as he turned back to his food, my eyes shoot to him.

    "What do you mean?" I ask worried, without Stiles's room being fixed there's no way anyone will let him move back into it.

    "I mean he doesn't want to come, he doesn't feel comfortable. I think he might be supernatural or something." Scott shrugs.

    "Fine, then I'll do it." I state as I take a quick bite of food.

    "You can do that?" Scott continues the conversation. My energy dwindling as the minutes pass by.

    "Yeah, it'll probably be cheaper anyways. I'll do it." I answer softly, Scott keeps his eyes on me.

    "Stiles isn't a great cuddle person, if that's why you want him out then-"

    "What?" I cut off, looking up to Scott once again, my nerves wracking up.

    "He is, in your room right?" Scott slowly answers. "I kinda thought as much, he smells like you, like all the time, a lot."

    I nod slowly and focus back on my food. "That's not why. I don't mind, he wants his room back." I answer as Scott finishes his food and stands with his plate.

    "Ahh, right. Well I'm here to help if you need it." Scott shrugs and moves away, disappearing with a few other plates into the kitchen. I sigh nervously, my brain strangling my consciousness in a battle of werewolf urge and humanly thought. Jesus stiles, how can you infiltrate my mind so much to a point I can't think right.

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Stiles had decided to go to the library, which leaves a good amount of time for me to start on his room. I had planned to go out with the rest of the pack in search of Erica, she we can smell, those bloodless fucker- we can't. Maybe we'll catch her scent and be able to track her to them. I check the library quickly and subtly, Stiles's off ten times falls asleep while he works or doesn't eat. I've noticed that lately.