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“-Do you wanna go to the movies with me?
-wha? Stiles answers, astonished, looking at Derek Hale, standing on his doorstep. He’s just got out of bed, his hair is standing on his head, pointing in every direction, his eyes are worse looking than a junky’s, and he has the unpleasant impression that his mini-Stiles is not yet fully at rest."