[ The cats are outside, unsurprisingly, eyes turning to stare at Derek the second his footsteps start crunching over dead leaves. It's getting hotter, now, and the woods isn't the easiest place to be right now, especially for Derek, who already runs hot as it is - he'd spoken to Tate before about moving him to the den back when the treehouse needed maintenance, and the conversation never really went anywhere, but he's gonna try again. Beats sweating through his clothes. ]
Yeah. I'm coming up.
[ A couple of seconds later, Derek's heading inside, swallowing the second he sets his eyes on Tate. He's - beautiful, of course, like he always is, falsely angelic. Derek isn't the type to overthink how he should act, but he's still torn between thinking Tate wants this to be a serious meeting or assuming he's just fucking with him, about to put clothes on the second Derek walks closer to the couch. He's not sure what to do. ]
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Yeah.
I'm coming up.
[ A couple of seconds later, Derek's heading inside, swallowing the second he sets his eyes on Tate. He's - beautiful, of course, like he always is, falsely angelic. Derek isn't the type to overthink how he should act, but he's still torn between thinking Tate wants this to be a serious meeting or assuming he's just fucking with him, about to put clothes on the second Derek walks closer to the couch. He's not sure what to do. ]
... Hey.