calloused: ᴇᴀꜱʏꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ (224.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2019-11-28 12:39 am (UTC)

[ Derek only has a split second to decide if he wants to go full throttle on this, or if he wants to miss on purpose so as to not... lessen the compliments he's been giving Tate. The last thing he wants to do is make him doubt the authenticity of all those shoulder touches and good job, mans, but at the same time - he doesn't want to look patronizing, either? Sport was Derek's thing, in high school. Tate already knows that.

Besides - no more lies. That's a two way street. Derek's kept things from Tate, once or twice, in the near year they've known each other. He can't ask for honesty if he's not going to give it back, even for something like this.

When Derek swings at the bottle, he throws all his werewolf strength into the swing - the glass doesn't just shatter, it explodes. Glass barely manages to miss the two of them, as the sprinkling of green dust and tiny, imperceptible fragments are jettisoned out towards the beach, the reverberating noise of bottle meeting bat echoing incredibly loudly through the trees. The bat's got a bit of a crack in the middle, after that - Derek's pretty proud of himself. He's kinda smug, kinda boyish, when he leans on the bat and raises his eyebrows at Tate. ]


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