[Tate's voice trails down, a head of golden curls peeking over the edge as he eats a few more fries and gestures vaguely with his hand. It doesn't mean much, mostly because he's not of the habit of thinking people could see it in crystal woof-clarity. It means come up here, at any rate, and he kicks the hanging ladder with his toe before pulling his feet back on the platform and waiting for Derek to ascend.
When he does, he'll see Tate cracking open a beer and taking a sip. In front of him are the paper bags, deflated by the weight of laid out burgers and fries. Not quite hot but far from cold and disgusting. Tate then tears open a salt packet with his teeth, sprinkling it over the fries like a meme he has no idea exists yet.]
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[Tate's voice trails down, a head of golden curls peeking over the edge as he eats a few more fries and gestures vaguely with his hand. It doesn't mean much, mostly because he's not of the habit of thinking people could see it in crystal woof-clarity. It means come up here, at any rate, and he kicks the hanging ladder with his toe before pulling his feet back on the platform and waiting for Derek to ascend.
When he does, he'll see Tate cracking open a beer and taking a sip. In front of him are the paper bags, deflated by the weight of laid out burgers and fries. Not quite hot but far from cold and disgusting. Tate then tears open a salt packet with his teeth, sprinkling it over the fries like a meme he has no idea exists yet.]
Dinner's on me. Or, well. You get what I mean.