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“Wow,” Derek said flatly. “And it’s not even my birthday.”

“Hey, I can take it back if you don’t want it,” Stiles said. “It’s not like I can’t find any use for it.”

Derek’s fingers tightened around the little wooden wolf. It was cheesy, but also weirdly charming. “Where did you even find it?”

“I blessed it myself,” Stiles said, his chest puffing out with pride. It was adorable. “And my dad made it, so fuck you.”

Derek pulled the little wolf against his chest, away from Stiles’ reaching fingers.

“I guess I’ll keep it then,” he said.

Stiles smiled.

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