Derek usually knew his way around these supernatural myths, so even though Stile's internal instincts were reading full on 'bullshit' every time he spoke, he had to trust him. Who else did he have? Sure he and Scott could possibly figure all this stuff out, but there'd be a lot more trial and error...and possibly a lot more blood shed. If his best friend could overcome his urge to kill, then he was determined to do so as well.
"Oh god, you have to keep me away from Lydia. I stare at her neck too much as it is! I don't need to....go all Dracula on her." That's the last thing he wanted. Like it or not, he'd been in love with Lydia since second grade and hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Not to mention Jackson would chew him up and spit him out.
"Oh god, I'm going on a vegetarian vampire diet. Those work out so well in all the television shows....." He slaps a hand over his face and grimaces.
"I could really use some comfort right now."
Cue an urge for Derek to rub his shoulders.....and irresistable urge that would most likely freak the both of them out right now.
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Date: 2012-12-24 05:46 am (UTC)"Oh god, you have to keep me away from Lydia. I stare at her neck too much as it is! I don't need to....go all Dracula on her." That's the last thing he wanted. Like it or not, he'd been in love with Lydia since second grade and hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Not to mention Jackson would chew him up and spit him out.
"Oh god, I'm going on a vegetarian vampire diet. Those work out so well in all the television shows....." He slaps a hand over his face and grimaces.
"I could really use some comfort right now."
Cue an urge for Derek to rub his shoulders.....and irresistable urge that would most likely freak the both of them out right now.