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waxing poetry

Inspired by this, and encouraged, as always, by Chris.

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Derek’s isn’t particularly surprised when he hears that Stiles broke his arm during lacrosse practice at college. He’d sighed upon hearing the news but that was about as far as it went. It’s not like he could change anything about the fact. Although, admittedly, it is surprising that Stiles has broken his arm playing sports and not battling supernatural evil; and that he went so long without cracking his bones before. In the years Derek’s known him now, Stiles has never had a broken bone before. He was concussed, a little battered, had bruises but that was about it.

He is surprised, however, by the facial hair.

Stiles comes back from college for his summer break two weeks after his accident, and there’s–hair in his face. Derek didn’t see that one coming. At all.

“I swear to god, Derek, if you say one word, I’m going to break your arm using my cast,” Stiles threatens when he walks into Derek’s apartment. It’s the pack’s dinner-movie-night, and Derek is, much to his dismay, the host this time.

Derek smirks as Stiles shoulders past him. “One, it would heal within a minute, so there’s no point in you coming at me; and two, it’d probably hurt you more than me.”

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