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[ hello stiles, hopefully you're in your room because if not, derek will just.... wait around or something. he's not entirely sure why he's chosen stiles of all people to seek out, but here he is anyway, slipping into the room -- through the window? breaking in via the door? whoever knows -- and calling out quietly. ]

Stiles?

[ that's really the only warning you get.... which isn't a lot considering it's barely audible. oh well. ]

[Door locking wasn't a habit he was used to when he lived in just a room, so his was open for Derek to stroll through.

Stupid wolf.

Why is he stupid? Because he scared the shit out of Stiles, that's why. He almost tripped as he tried to backpedal out of the room, banging his head on the door frame and wincing -- all before he recognized the voice.]

Derek? ... What the hell, man?

[ he doesn't look relieved or much of anything when he sees stiles... unimpressed mostly with the fumbling and stumbling stiles does, really.

....and this is the part where he's supposed to say something, right? right. ]

We need to talk.

What? Why? Was there a memo that went around that made me the group counselor? If so, I would have liked a little notice.

And maybe payment.

[But he's coming in the room and shutting the door, rubbing at the sore spot on his head and tossing his bag on the floor by the bed before he goes to sit on the end of it.]

I don't need counseling.

[ huff. l: ]

Just some answers. There's been... a lot going on I haven't been aware of. [ which has been fun finding out after it's months old news. ]

Sure you don't.

[Oh, you sweet summer wolf. You needed the most counseling of all.]

Oh? Like...?

[See this? This was him playing innocent.]

Like Scott and Isaac.

[ and boy does he watch you like a hawk for any kind of reaction. anything that all which might give away the fact that yet another person knew about that while he had remained oblivious. but then, he almost expects stiles to know, being scott's best friend and all. ]

Scott and Isaac?

[His voice might go up just a bit, but there's that innocent look on his face.]

What about Scott and Isaac?

[Yeah, what about his buddy and your beta trying to tongue dance?]

[ narrowed glare. ]

You know what I'm talking about. Scott would have told you.

[ so fess up. ]

Scott? Would have told me?

[Yeah, Scott would have told him. Did tell him.]

Told me... what?

[Oh, he was dragging this out. Brocode, Derek.]

[ wow alright, taking one threatening step closer. ]

About his relationship with Isaac.

[ ugh, he hates even saying it. and only because of scott's new status as a werewolf, which really makes it into a problem in the first place. ]

Golly, he's in a relationship with Isaac?

[Okay, maybe he went a little overboard with that, but hey, he forgot that Derek could actually hurt him. A lot.

But then, so could he. So, hah.]

[ B| ]

How long.

[ he feels like a fool here and it's not making him particularly kind, not one bit. he's losing his pack with finality, and it's--

it's more than anger inducing. ]

You're going to have to be a bit more specific, Derek. How long... is a foot long? I figured that was pretty self explanatory.

[Yeah, Derek's going to kill him.]

You know what I mean. One more smart-ass comment from you and I'm breaking your neck.

[ except not really, and as much bleeds into the threat. but it's worth a shot, right? right.... ]

You know, death threats aren't really all that convincing when I'll just wake up in the castle on a fluffy bed.

[DID SOMEONE JUST CALL YOUR BLUFF, DEREK? SOMEONE DID!]

[ he fucking hates you so much right now. ]

Slow torture then.

[ ANOTHER STEP CLOSER. ]

You think you can do that while your chestnuts are getting roasted?

[Above his shoulder was a spark. That spark grew into a ball of flame. That ball of flame morphed into what was very clearly a dragon made of fire, albeit a little one. It hovered in the air beside him, wings flapping slowly.]

[ he doesn't look impressed, though he can tell stiles' powers have grown since the last time he'd seen them in action. good for you, or whatever. ]

Worth a try. Now answer the question.

[Be proud, Derek. He'd started trying to manage them better to avoid another incident like the one at your room.]

I'm sorry, what was the question again? How long have you been an ass? Well, I don't know. How old are you?

[ no. never going to be proud. not at this rate. you get a scathing look before he's turning on his heel, more than ready to go right out the way he'd come. ]

I'm sure Scott will tell me.

[ he's a lot more open when threatened with bodily harm. ]

Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. It's not really any of your business in any regard, Derek. Unless you're jealous because you have designs on Isaac. You can get in line.

Isaac is in my pack which makes it my business. Jealousy has nothing to do with it.

Excuse me? I haven't seen you barely lift a finger towards 'your pack' since you got here, so where's this sudden surge of possessiveness coming from? They're not property, Derek. You don't own them. You passed on a disease to them and they manged it on their own.

I think you're just pissed that they're doing just fine without you.

[ he turns back then to look at stiles, expression impossibly hard. ]

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Edited (STILES NOT ISAAC DDHFHFF) 2013-12-16 00:36 (UTC)

action. after this convo with isaac idek

You're lucky you caught him before he moved, Derek

dont worry he'll always find you ◉◡◉

He's getting his dad. You're creeping him out.

get used to it buddy

Get used to him making faces behind your back

get used to him rearranging your face!!!!

Get used to having no eyebrows after he burns them off. What's that? You look SURPRISED!

he did realize u wanted to die again

You first, furrybutt.

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