001 [Voice/action] Day 103

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001 [Voice/action] Day 103

[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.

He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]

Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?

[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]

Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

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[ He makes a noise of agreement, even though he's not entirely sure what he could do to help when there are supernatural forces at play. But he's leaning that keeping things, vital pieces of information from the people around him never ends up too well whether the intentions are good or not. If things are as bad as he's being led to believe, then it's probably time. He doesn't think keeping it a secret will be an issue, either, not when the lives of the town's people are concerned. And Stiles. ]

You mean you'll be able to ask him for inside information instead of finding other ways.

[He nods, his shoulder sloping with relief just at the thought of finally telling his Dad.]

And like, it'd help if he knew some of the signs, like the difference between a kanima kill and a rogue werewolf kill, so we know first-off if something new pops up to bite us on the ass.

It could be useful.

[ He falls quiet into his own thoughts for a minute, and then he's making a face like something just occurred to him, something like being shot, which he actively tries to avoid. ] Scott should be there when you tell him. It'll help.

Yeah, I figure going straight for the "hey Dad, werewolves exist" is asking for him thinking I'm being funny. And Scott's been my best friend since ever, so he's less likely to shoot him in the face when he goes all...fuzzy.

[He's about to ask what the face is for, then he clicks and laughs.]

Dude, I'm not gonna ask you to brave that conversation with me. I wouldn't trust Dad not to shoot you in the leg or something, just to make a point.

[He's mostly kidding, but Derek, in all his broody cheekboned red-eyed glory is pretty freaking scary to the uninitiated, and he's trying to put as little strain on his father's heart as possible.]

[ He actually growls, throwing him the dirties look as he mutters beneath his breath. ]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[ But he knows it's not far from the truth, the whole murder thing still hanging over him, even if there were no charges made and everything was dropped. ]

He's seen enough to already know. If he doesn't, then it's because he doesn't want to.

[Stiles snorts. Derek's dirty looks are like cuddly polar bears to him now.]

Dude. You walk around in leather, with the convict-stubble and the perma-scowl going on, and there are dead bodies popping up all over Beacon Hills. You wanted Dad to think you were innocent? Cardigans.

[He smooshes his cheek against the sofa-back, turning his head to look at him.]

It's like you're looking at all the pieces to a puzzle, but no-one's given you the box. He knows something's going on, but no human brain is gonna go "Oh hey, werewolf" out of the blue.

[Except Stiles'.]

[ Unless he wants to see him cry, Stiles should probably keep that little bit of information to himself. Glaring at people is one of the only good things he's got working for him. ]

Laura got me that jacket. I'm not trading it in for a cardigan.

[ He turns back to meet his gaze, mirroring him at the opposite end of the sofa. ]

You did.

I'm not saying trade it in, dude.

[~~Because it's sexy.~~]

Just, might have been an idea to leave it in the closet for a couple days at that point in time.

[He snorts, still grinning.]

I'm high-functioning ADHD. My brain jumps from Math homework to cuttlefish.

[He's also too modest to admit he's sort of a genius.]

You know what would have helped more? [ He gives him a very pointed look. ] If someone hadn't told the entire town that I buried a body in my backyard.

[ For all the usual heat, though, there's nothing serious behind it, and for one thing he's starting to feel the last few days catching up with him. ]

I don't want to know why you think about cuttlefish.

Oh. My. God I thought you'd turned my friend into a freaking werewolf! That was bro solidarity!

[He grins, sitting up a little straighter. But not much.]

Because cuttlefish are awesome. They have brains the shape of donuts and their pupils are shaped like a 'w'.

Why would I turn Scott knowing that you would always be right there?

[ It's okay, though, he's grown on him like something that grows on something that starts to not really mind it being there. ]

Does your dad know that you're searching for mail-order brides online? I'm sure you and the cuttlefish of your choice will be happy together.

Because you didn't know I'd be right there? Unless you did, in which case you might have bitten Scott because you know I'd only help you out to save his ass. At least, back at the beginning.

[Like mushrooms! The edible delicious kind.]

I- Dude. Put that thought down and back away so I can euthanise it. They're fascinating creatures, okay? People make careers out of studying them, it's not that weird to think they're cool.

If you're implying that I stalked you, I can assure you I didn't. [ But maybe a mental note to avoid hanging around the high school in future will help his case.

Like mushrooms. Stiles is edible fungus to Derek. ]

No, but it's boring. [ He's missed winding Stiles up. ] I think I'd rather take my chances with the kanima.

Aww, dash a guy's hopes, why don't you?

[His eyes are sort of drifting closed, and his smile is lazy. This is nice, an easy back and forth.]

Don't even lie. My nerdgasms are way more interesting than anything Jackson's tiny peanut brain has ever produced. Up to and including his scaly shojou transformation.

You wanted me to stalk you?

[ Sometimes he really does wonder about him, and the fact he met him on his territory the day after he was searching for a dead body should have been a warning sign. ]

Stiles? Shut up before I make you.

Oh, blatantly. I'm just suicidal enough to want a tall, dark and menacing potential mass-murderer following me around.

[His grin is still lazy, but also unbearably cheeky.]

Dude, do you know how many people have tried to get me to shut up?

I was exonerated. But as long as you think I've got potential, you might want to watch your back.

[ He fights the urge to roll his eyes at the look, but it takes effort. ]

Yeah, but how many were more than happy to use force while trying.

I hate to say this, Derek, but you don't scare me.

[His eyes open a little, and there's something just a little warmer about his smile.]

Most of them, honestly.

Your heart rate doesn't always agree.

[ Now, that, he can believe, and he snorts his amusement. ]

It does make me wonder who you've managed to survive this long.

What's it telling you now?

[Eyes opening fully, he leans in a little closer.]

I'm. Not. Afraid of you.

[ It's automatically when he follows suit and leans in that much closer as he concentrates, frowning when he doesn't hear any real change. ]

That you're an idiot.

[He chuckles, chin propped against his knuckles.]

Thought we'd established that.

Let me rephrase. You're an idiot for not being afraid.

[ He's got no intention of harming him, but that doesn't mean it couldn't happen, and they both know he's not exactly Scott. ]

Maybe. My survival instinct seems to have a crack in it lately.

[Especially given recent events, and yet...]

In the whole crazy town of Beacon Hills, you're the safest werewolf I can think of. Hell, even Scott tried to kill me one time.

[ He actually takes a minute to think about whether or not he's attempted it, but the closet he's come is shoving Stiles up against things and banging his head on the steering wheel that one time. He almost feels ashamed of himself for not trying harder. ]

I'll try harder in future.

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