[ stiles honestly doesn't know who he's telling not to freak out. the cat itself looks plenty freaked out already, which is - not all that surprising, considering what scott told him about the cats at deaton's when he first started working there, and how much they hated him. he stands there with his hands out still, his eyes darting back and forth between his boyfriend and the cat he's been feeding for weeks now.
derek seems... fine. a little pissed off, which is also not that surprising, but is still kind of annoying because - this is not how he thought this was gonna go. the plan was to go out while derek was out, get a ring made, chill with this cat while he waited, pick the ring up, and then get the nervous sweats up until he decided to give derek the ring in his pocket just - because.
and how he's got a cat that looks like it's stuck in the middle of its flight or fight response, and a boyfriend who looks less than impressed with him... who also thinks he was out adopting a cat.
stiles rears his head back a little and drops his hands a little too quickly, palms slapping against his thighs. he straightens up, takes his eyes off the cat to look at derek, his brows furrowed sharply and his eyes narrowed. ]
... What? No. What? I wasn't getting a cat, I was getting— I wasn't getting a cat.
[ stiles loaf-hands for a second and then slowly starts to step toward the cat in question. he speaks to derek without looking at him. ]
It... followed me home. I've been feeding it since before we moved here, back when I still lived— back before the den. And I was feeding it today while I was waiting, and it followed me. I was going to leave it outside, but it just - I told it it was trespassing. Let me just—
[ stiles purposely steps in front of derek so he's blocking him from the cat's view, and then carefully starts to drop into a crouch, holding his hand out. he speaks to it quietly, trying to coax it closer while also inching closer himself. the cat still seems unsure, tail a little fluffed up near the base, body listing to try and see around stiles. stiles carefully touches his fingertips to its head, between the ears, and smooths its fur back. ]
There you. Come on. Let's get you back outside. Where there is - one less werewolf, huh? I tried to tell you.
[ he inches forward a little more, then scoops the cat up, his knees popping quietly as he stands. he keeps one hand on the back of the cat's neck, his other arm supporting the rest of it and holding it to his chest. he takes it to the front door, where he struggles to unlock it with one hand while holding a slightly-wriggling cat, but he gets it open far enough to deposit the cat back outside. stiles sets it down, strokes its head once almost somewhat apologetically, keeping his voice low. ]
Sorry, buddy. If I knew you were following me so you could commit a B&E, I'd have stopped you before you got on the train. ... Okay, technically just an E, but. I'll come see you tomorrow, dude.
[ the cat just - meows at him and plops down on the top step in the sun. which is good enough for stiles, so he sighs and closes the door back up. he comes back to the living room, stops. stands there kind of awkwardly. ]
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derek seems... fine. a little pissed off, which is also not that surprising, but is still kind of annoying because - this is not how he thought this was gonna go. the plan was to go out while derek was out, get a ring made, chill with this cat while he waited, pick the ring up, and then get the nervous sweats up until he decided to give derek the ring in his pocket just - because.
and how he's got a cat that looks like it's stuck in the middle of its flight or fight response, and a boyfriend who looks less than impressed with him... who also thinks he was out adopting a cat.
stiles rears his head back a little and drops his hands a little too quickly, palms slapping against his thighs. he straightens up, takes his eyes off the cat to look at derek, his brows furrowed sharply and his eyes narrowed. ]
... What? No. What? I wasn't getting a cat, I was getting— I wasn't getting a cat.
[ stiles loaf-hands for a second and then slowly starts to step toward the cat in question. he speaks to derek without looking at him. ]
It... followed me home. I've been feeding it since before we moved here, back when I still lived— back before the den. And I was feeding it today while I was waiting, and it followed me. I was going to leave it outside, but it just - I told it it was trespassing. Let me just—
[ stiles purposely steps in front of derek so he's blocking him from the cat's view, and then carefully starts to drop into a crouch, holding his hand out. he speaks to it quietly, trying to coax it closer while also inching closer himself. the cat still seems unsure, tail a little fluffed up near the base, body listing to try and see around stiles. stiles carefully touches his fingertips to its head, between the ears, and smooths its fur back. ]
There you. Come on. Let's get you back outside. Where there is - one less werewolf, huh? I tried to tell you.
[ he inches forward a little more, then scoops the cat up, his knees popping quietly as he stands. he keeps one hand on the back of the cat's neck, his other arm supporting the rest of it and holding it to his chest. he takes it to the front door, where he struggles to unlock it with one hand while holding a slightly-wriggling cat, but he gets it open far enough to deposit the cat back outside. stiles sets it down, strokes its head once almost somewhat apologetically, keeping his voice low. ]
Sorry, buddy. If I knew you were following me so you could commit a B&E, I'd have stopped you before you got on the train. ... Okay, technically just an E, but. I'll come see you tomorrow, dude.
[ the cat just - meows at him and plops down on the top step in the sun. which is good enough for stiles, so he sighs and closes the door back up. he comes back to the living room, stops. stands there kind of awkwardly. ]
... Sorry. Hi. That wasn't - supposed to happen.