001 [Voice/action] Day 103

[runboyrun]

[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?

Comments

[packpapa]

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.

[runboyrun]

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.

[packpapa]

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.

[runboyrun]

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.

[packpapa]

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.

[runboyrun]

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?

[packpapa]

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.

[runboyrun]

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.

[packpapa]

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.

[runboyrun]

What's it telling you now?

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

I'm. Not. Afraid of you.

[packpapa]

[ 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.

[runboyrun]

[He chuckles, chin propped against his knuckles.]

Thought we'd established that.

[packpapa]

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. ]

[runboyrun]

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.

[packpapa]

[ 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.

[runboyrun]

[He laughs.]

Why?

[packpapa]

I'm an alpha. I've got a reputation to uphold.

[ Even though, right now, he looks like all he wants is to curl up and sleep. ]

[runboyrun]

[Stiles probably looks much the same, curled up and still smiling, thoroughly relaxed for what feels like the first time in ages.]

Do you really want me to be scared of you?

[packpapa]

[ He doesn't think he's ever seen Stiles this still before, sitting and relaxed, yes, but never still. It's oddly intriguing. ]

Not really. Not anymore.

[runboyrun]

[He grins, eyes flicking open again to look at him.]

Then why not just deal with my lack of being afraid? Believe me, I'm plenty scared of things that could kill me - Evil druids, robo bears, Sunday drivers - you? Not so much. Sure, you could kill me. But... You're more likely to save me.

[packpapa]

[ He huffs, but he knows as well as Stiles does that's it's true. Still, he can throw empty threats around occasionally, it's what their entire relationship or whatever what two people thrown together by unforeseen circumstances have is based on. ]

Evil druids?

[runboyrun]

The one going round offing people? 'S called a Darach.

[He breaks off to yawn, stifling it against the backs of his knuckles.]

...Sorry. Yeah, it's sacrificing people, in groups of three. First it was virgins -

[A fun-filled week in the life of Stiles.]

-warriors... Philosophers...

[packpapa]

[ Darach. This really isn't helping to ease his worry over what's happening back home while he's stuck here, but it's not as if he can do much about it either way. ]

You survived.

[ It's a dig at the virgins aspect, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he's barely keeping his eyes open at this point, but he trusts Stiles enough not to kill him in his sleep if he happens to nod off. ]

[runboyrun]

What can I say? I'm too pretty to kill.

[It got close, though. Close enough that the thought sobers him and his smile slips.]

[packpapa]

Whoever told you that was lying.

[ But the playful jab falls flat, noticing the dispersing smile, and he can't help wondering about all the details he's not being told. ] What?