confiscated: (⇀ angelic lies)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-04-24 03:17 am (UTC)

[Tate almost murmurs exactly to Derek's declaration of dick but doesn't. He just laughs, feeling energized from their faux-bickering and the endorphins that come from just... hanging out with him. He cares about Tate, wants to spend time with him. Tate likes that. He likes that so fucking much, he can't drop the stupid smile off his lips even if he wanted to.

He will just roll his eyes at wolf-talk, though.]


I'm so scared.

[But he wipes a bit of sand off his wrist as they walk, finding an immeasurable amount in his shoes but deciding not to deal with that right now. He just steals looks sidelong at Derek, not glancing away if he notices. In fact, he just quirks his brows if he does, as if stating yeah, I'm looking at you, what'a ya gonna do about it?]

Tell me you have a cool treehouse out here and you can have my panties, 'cause that'd be cool.

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