[ He's teasing, obviously. Derek's skin feels pretty itchy, keeping Tate on the floor like this, but if it's what he wants, it's what he wants. He takes his seat, balancing the case full of his shit leaning against one of the chair legs after taking out a particularly hefty pair of scissors. Should be all he needs, really. He used to cut Cora's hair for her all the time - this isn't new territory for him.
Tate says these were his favorite places, and Derek doesn't know what to make of it. Favorite because of him, or favorite because they're just - there? He's... not gonna ask. ]
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[ He's teasing, obviously. Derek's skin feels pretty itchy, keeping Tate on the floor like this, but if it's what he wants, it's what he wants. He takes his seat, balancing the case full of his shit leaning against one of the chair legs after taking out a particularly hefty pair of scissors. Should be all he needs, really. He used to cut Cora's hair for her all the time - this isn't new territory for him.
Tate says these were his favorite places, and Derek doesn't know what to make of it. Favorite because of him, or favorite because they're just - there? He's... not gonna ask. ]
... Sure you don't want a mohawk?