[Tate uses the two hours to do a half decent job of cleaning up the tree house and making a short run into town, getting back only about twenty minutes prior to Derek showing up. It's - weird, being able to order his own food from anywhere he wants to, and to just up and buy anything he wants to in general. He's got chinese food on the table in the kitchen area of the tree house, the floors cleaned up and bedding... decent upstairs.
It's very 'teenager-cleans-room' but at least it doesn't smell off, a feat to achieve when there are multiple animals skittering around and a werewolf that likes to spend his time getting Dog Smell on all of Tate's furniture. He's in a clean layered shirt and ripped jeans, sucking sweet and sour sauce off his thumb when Blondie's ear goes up and he looks to the door - knowing he's about to have company.
He waits, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, as Blondie barrages toward the door with a welcoming and very dopey bark.]
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It's very 'teenager-cleans-room' but at least it doesn't smell off, a feat to achieve when there are multiple animals skittering around and a werewolf that likes to spend his time getting Dog Smell on all of Tate's furniture. He's in a clean layered shirt and ripped jeans, sucking sweet and sour sauce off his thumb when Blondie's ear goes up and he looks to the door - knowing he's about to have company.
He waits, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, as Blondie barrages toward the door with a welcoming and very dopey bark.]