[ Derek chooses not to reply, largely because he knows from experience that sending out an annoyed Tate in response would only lead to more goading. For a minute or two, Derek just leaves his phone beside him as he focuses on working out, lifting the last few weights of his set before he's supposed to shift off to cardio. He doesn't, though - it's just sticking in his side and being mildly annoying to know that Tate's in his bathroom using his hot water without permission and acting like a brat for seemingly no reason. This was cute and all when Derek was a Dom, but it gets under his skin, now, having someone walk over him like this.
So - he stands, wiping the sweat off his brow with the towel he brought in here, and bails from the home gym to walk to the end of the hall. True to his word, the shower's running, and Derek goes to open the door to the bathroom - only to find that it's locked. He turns the handle again, annoyed when it doesn't, like, magically come unlocked the second time he turns it. ]
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So - he stands, wiping the sweat off his brow with the towel he brought in here, and bails from the home gym to walk to the end of the hall. True to his word, the shower's running, and Derek goes to open the door to the bathroom - only to find that it's locked. He turns the handle again, annoyed when it doesn't, like, magically come unlocked the second time he turns it. ]
Tate.
[ zero respect for one another's privacy. ]