[Tate rolls his eyes, resistant to handing over the loose change but giving everything else. He even flicks one of the empty wrappers at Derek, snorting as he takes back everything of importance - Tate doesn't even try to hold on to the phone or keys, but he does briefly look them over. Shit, it'd be nice to have keys. How sad is that? Tree house needs to have a working lock.
Tate checks the inner pocket himself toward the end of the exchange, and puts on his sunglasses, expecting them to be pulled off his face.]
How do you even seen in these. Alpha dog vision? Hey, shit - are you colorblind? Important question.
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Tate checks the inner pocket himself toward the end of the exchange, and puts on his sunglasses, expecting them to be pulled off his face.]
How do you even seen in these. Alpha dog vision? Hey, shit - are you colorblind? Important question.