[ Ah, there we go. Derek settles comfortably, hands curved to follow the shape of Stiles' ass through his pants. There are many things he could say in regards to this, but he just lets the amusement on his face speak for him more than anything else. Basically, Stiles really does his undivided attention. ]
Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.
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Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.