[ Given that it's Tate's birthday, Derek isn't going to comment on him tracking snow into the den - though there's still a pointed glance or two that betrays just how mildly annoyed he is. Tate takes the beer and Derek sips his own, pretending, again, that there's any point in drinking alcohol as a werewolf, and he shrugs one shoulder in response to Tate's question. ]
Asleep, knowing her.
[ Probably in the bedroom, still curled up in whatever ray of sun she can find. He's had that cat for a pretty long time now - he's had Stiles' cat for a pretty long time now, too - but he still feels pretty weird about it. He's not a cat person. Not a pet person in general. They're weird little exceptions. ]
... You want anything?
[ Food. Birthday stuff. He's also had Tate for a pretty long time, and he's still not great at birthdays. Socializing in general. ]
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Asleep, knowing her.
[ Probably in the bedroom, still curled up in whatever ray of sun she can find. He's had that cat for a pretty long time now - he's had Stiles' cat for a pretty long time now, too - but he still feels pretty weird about it. He's not a cat person. Not a pet person in general. They're weird little exceptions. ]
... You want anything?
[ Food. Birthday stuff. He's also had Tate for a pretty long time, and he's still not great at birthdays. Socializing in general. ]