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Sciles; Red-Eyes

This is not what Scott expected to see at 1:30am.

His boyfriend, Stiles, laid on the floor of Scott's house- he clearly broke in- high as hell.

Pure confusion was on both of the boys faces.

"Stiles?"

"Scott! My man! How you been?" Stiles shouted, pointing at the wolf, with a goofy smile on his face.

"What...are you doing?"

"I'm laying down, duh." The human stated, before laughing hysterically. "Dude, have I got some info for you."

"I...I, uh, Stiles-"

"Noooooooooope." He smiled, trying to stand up (and failing horrifically before giving up after just one try). "Did- ha- did you know that πέος (péos) is Greek for penis?"

"I mean, I didn't but-" Scott tried before being interrupted, again.

"Shush, do not fret; I shall teach you many things." He laughed again, before shutting up abruptly and contorting his face into an angry expression. "Get me a water bottle, por favor."

Scott let out a huff and collected a water bottle from his kitchen, frowning as he went back and tossed it to a dazed Stiles. "Here."

"Merci beaucoup." He, nearly, caught it, but didn't opening the cap. Instead, took to hugging it close to his chest.

"Are you gonna drink it or....?"

"No." He said stubbornly, standing up (perfectly, this time, somehow) and making his way upstairs.

"Sure, just invite yourself upstairs."

"What else was I gonna do, Scotty Boy? Ask for your permission?"

"That's what normal people do, yes." Scott sighed, not amused by Stiles sticking out his tongue at him.

When he heard the door close, he presumed the boy had gone into Scott's room; so, naturally, he followed. "Stiles, what are you-"

"Shhhhhhhhhh!" He hissed, before going back to-

"-doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm making him comfortable."

"Sti....you're tucking a water bottle into bed. That's an inanimate object."

Yes, that's exactly what he was doing. He had rested his water bottle against the pillow, proudly tucking it into bed under the thick quilt.

"I was once an inanimate human and now I'm just a regular human. C'mon, Scott, this isn't black and white. This is life."

"Yes, yes, very insightful. But not true."

"Don't listen to him, Bartholomew."

"Bartholomew?"

"Bartholomew."

"Okay, fine, but it's currently 2am and you're in no state to go home alone-"

"Then I'll sleep here, fuck nugget." He replied, approaching Scott.

"Where? Bartholomew has taken the bed." The alpha laughed as Stiles brushed passed him to leave the room.

"I'll take under the stairs."

"Wait, what? No, you won't."

"Wait, what? Yes, I will."

"You wanna sleep under the stairs?" Scott repeats, as if it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Last time I checked, you're- quote on quote- 'a regular human'; not a wizard."

"Stiles Stilinski and the I-don't-give-a-fuck. Book one, buy now!" He laughed, steadily walking downstairs.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

A/N:
this is garbage but I forgot to update Monday so I'm doing it now.

Sorry