[Tate's eyes flick over the features of Derek's face, picking at the little subtleties that show that something's off. Not in a bad way, he can tell that right away, but it's an air of - quiet avoidance, nervousness or some layer of shyness that masks the usual bravado Derek wears on his chest. It's cute, really, and Tate cocks his head thoughtfully to the side before he's offered the bag instead of an explanation. And that works well enough for him.
Cobain shoots one last look back at Derek before she disappears, tail curled to the doorway until she vanishes through it. Tate backs up to sit down on a futon chair they have where the bed used to sit on the main floor, before relocating up to the loft. It's cushioned and soft, and he sinks back with the bag in his lap to paw through it. His eyes light up and his smile quirks almost instantaneously when he sees what he's been given. He looks up at Derek.]
You're spoiling me. I don't know what half of this stuff is.
[Is that a lie? Is that the truth? Tate's pulling things out of the bag with a sense of wonder that could lean either way. He clicks on a vibrator and startles just a bit when it buzzes violently in his hand, before turning it off and laying it next to him. He looks at a set of shiny black plugs and vinyl cuffs, shoots a dry look up at Derek when he sees a cock ring and then holds up the next item with vague amusement. He then takes that o-ring gag and tries it on, lips around the metal ring as it takes him a few attempts to figure out how it's supposed to sit before he's buckling it behind his head loosely. When he speaks, it's with a lisp:]
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Cobain shoots one last look back at Derek before she disappears, tail curled to the doorway until she vanishes through it. Tate backs up to sit down on a futon chair they have where the bed used to sit on the main floor, before relocating up to the loft. It's cushioned and soft, and he sinks back with the bag in his lap to paw through it. His eyes light up and his smile quirks almost instantaneously when he sees what he's been given. He looks up at Derek.]
You're spoiling me. I don't know what half of this stuff is.
[Is that a lie? Is that the truth? Tate's pulling things out of the bag with a sense of wonder that could lean either way. He clicks on a vibrator and startles just a bit when it buzzes violently in his hand, before turning it off and laying it next to him. He looks at a set of shiny black plugs and vinyl cuffs, shoots a dry look up at Derek when he sees a cock ring and then holds up the next item with vague amusement. He then takes that o-ring gag and tries it on, lips around the metal ring as it takes him a few attempts to figure out how it's supposed to sit before he's buckling it behind his head loosely. When he speaks, it's with a lisp:]
Am I thexy?