[ stiles is suspicious. stiles is suspicious, and that's annoying, and derek realizes very quickly that he's dating a fucking cop. straight up. stiles is a cop. he's already said it once before, but jesus, look at him. radiating cop energy.

he rolls his eyes. it's a go-to move for him, but sometimes it's what the situation merits. stiles gestures at the door, and that's when he does it, shooting his eyes upwards and ruining all his attempts at good-natured passivity. he breathes in, sighs with his shoulders, and looks at stiles like he's fucking stupid.

but by the time he does it, stiles is opening the door, asking if he's cool with it, and derek watches the cat disappear towards their bedroom. probably to piss on the fucking mattress, because it's a cat, which is disgusting, but also because he's willingly let a competitor for stiles' affection into his home, and now it's going to try to take him and own him and keep him to itself and derek is going to get jealous of a fucking.

cat.

christ.

but yes. he's cool with that. ]

It's not sleeping on the bed.

[ not that it'll want to. derek puts his hands down - one of them, at least, because the other rubs his neck while he inhales, looking away from stiles, staying in profile while he stares out over the ocean through the floor to ceiling windows. they're going to need some supplies. food, at least. ]

We've still got some chinese. I checked. Cats eat chicken. So.

[ hhhhhhhe looks back to stiles. ]

You'll have to keep feeding it. It won't eat anything I give it.