[ more and more, derek fees like he's saying the wrong things. making stiles feel worse about the situation than he already does, making him remember allison, making digs without meaning to. he's just... frustrated. the elevator's moving so fucking slowly, and one of the subs next to him is crying, and there's a woman with sharp elbows standing closer to him than she needs to. his temper keeps flaring up, making him want to lash out. ]
Why would a Hellhound be in Beacon Hills?
[ and he won't, he refuses to, but he still asks a question that he probably shouldn't ask just yet. he knows it ties into all the things stiles has to tell him, and that's a conversation better had face to face, they've already decided that. something about it makes him uneasy, though - there shouldn't be anything other than werewolves, in beacon hills. if he thinks too hard, he'll think of the nemeton.
the elevator doors open up, finally, and derek powerwalks towards the pin on his map, away from dusty and filthy streets and towards the edge of civilization. if you could call the down "civilization". he types out a message to stiles, but it's distracted and only half-there while he focuses on moving. ]
Sure he wasn't a Hellpig? Cops. Pigs. You get it. Something. Sorry. Stupid. I hope I kicked that guy's ass for you.
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Why would a Hellhound be in Beacon Hills?
[ and he won't, he refuses to, but he still asks a question that he probably shouldn't ask just yet. he knows it ties into all the things stiles has to tell him, and that's a conversation better had face to face, they've already decided that. something about it makes him uneasy, though - there shouldn't be anything other than werewolves, in beacon hills. if he thinks too hard, he'll think of the nemeton.
the elevator doors open up, finally, and derek powerwalks towards the pin on his map, away from dusty and filthy streets and towards the edge of civilization. if you could call the down "civilization". he types out a message to stiles, but it's distracted and only half-there while he focuses on moving. ]
Sure he wasn't a Hellpig?
Cops. Pigs. You get it.
Something. Sorry. Stupid.
I hope I kicked that guy's ass for you.