author's note: My friend seems to have a never-ending supply of prompts for me, so this is another one of her's. Enjoy!
Snowman
"What's the point of building a snowman?" Derek questioned slightly irritably as he watched Stiles from the porch. The teen was currently walking around the yard, pushing a measly ball of snow in an attempt to get it to grow larger. It wasn't working very well, but whenever the werewolf suggested he give up, he would get a snarky reply about how this was fun and he needed to added the word to his dictionary.
"It's fun," he repeated, and the older man had lost count of how many times he had heard that today. "And," continuing, the teen smirked at him, "I'm going to make it look like you, complete with grumpy expression and all."
"I do not have a grumpy expression."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"So you're saying you naturally look constipated, Sourwolf?"
A vein in Derek's head ticked at the response, and rather than continuing the petty word battle, he moved off the porch easily, approaching Stiles in a way that made the human slightly nervous.
Not long later, Derek was sitting on the steps, a pleased smirk curling his lips. "You're right. Making a snowman was fun," he commented, eyes on the pile of snow that the younger male happened to be encased in. Though he would have to pay for it later, offering him hot chocolate - which Stiles had decided to stock the Hale kitchen with himself - and blankets, he was content merely looking at his creation.
Who said the werewolf didn't know how to have fun?