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Derek doesn't like clean laundry. It smells all wrong.
A slow grin spreads across Stiles’ face. Suddenly the time that he found Derek allegedly asleep--‘napping’ in a pile of laundry that Stiles had folded--makes a lot more sense.
“Dude.” Derek carries on, not turning at the sound of Stiles’ voice. “You can just put them in a pile and then roll on them if you want, that would save time.”