⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, yeah. I get it," she agrees, "Yeah, um. Okay. Uh, y'know, be careful tonight."
⠀⠀⠀"You too," he nods as he watches her pull her car keys out of her purse.
⠀⠀⠀"Full moon," Melissa clarifies, nodding toward the ceiling.
⠀⠀⠀Stiles flinches, "What?" he asks in surprise.
⠀⠀⠀"Uh, there's a full moon tonight," Scott's mom laughs, "You should see how the E.R. gets. Brings out all the nutjobs."
⠀⠀⠀"Oh...right," Stiles sighs in relief, glad that she doesn't know something that she's not supposed to.
⠀⠀⠀"Y'know," Melissa starts, stepping closer as she approaches the front door, "It's actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'."
⠀⠀⠀Stiles stands frozen in awe as she pats him on the shoulder and heads outside, closing the door behind her. With a shake of his head, he picks the duffel bag back up and races up the stairs, hoping to set things up before Scott gets home.
⠀⠀⠀He pushes open Scott's bedroom door and flicks on the light, his eyes catching on the figure sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.
⠀⠀⠀"Oh my god!" Stiles yells, flinching back in surprise as he looks at where Scott is ominously sitting, "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet."
⠀⠀⠀Stiles walks deeper into the room and drops his bag loudly to the floor again, this time in front of Scott's feet.
⠀⠀⠀"I came in through the window," Scott tells him blankly, unmoving from his armchair in the corner.
⠀⠀⠀"Okay..." Stiles says slowly, watching his friend silently for a few seconds before squatting down in front of him and beginning to unzip the bag, "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what Brietta and I bought the other day."
⠀⠀⠀"I'm fine," Scott tells him slowly, "You should go now."
⠀⠀⠀Stiles looks at his friend for a moment, entirely unconvinced, "Alright, I'll leave." He leans back, and his eyes drop down to the contents of his duffel bag again. He reaches into the bag for a moment, fingers drifting over against the copious rungs of smooth metal before tapping his other hand against the fabric on the outside with a sigh, "Well, look, would you at least look in the bag and see what we bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"
⠀⠀⠀Scott leans forward in his chair slowly as he stands, his eyes not leaving Stiles until he's taken several slow steps and knelt down directly over the bag. 
⠀⠀⠀Scott reaches a hand inside and pulls out a fistful of metal chains, lifting it out and examining it with a blank stare. "You think I'm gonna let you guys put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott asks coldly before dropping the chain back into the bag.
⠀⠀⠀Stiles sighs, "Actually, no."
⠀⠀⠀He grabs Scott's left wrist and handcuffs him to the radiator on the wall in one swift move, jumping back out of the way as Scott reaches for him angrily. 
"What the hell are you doing!" Scott yells, kneeling on the floor and pulling at the handcuffs.
⠀⠀⠀"I'm protecting you from yourself." Stiles says, looking down at his friend determinedly, "And giving you some payback." He admits, watching as Scott slowly turns to glare up at him, "For making out with Brietta."
⠀⠀⠀Scott seethes in anger, and Stiles smiles in satisfaction before turning to leave the room.
⠀⠀⠀"Stiles!" Scott growls after him, continuing to pull loudly at the metal handcuffs against the radiator.