Alucard is a pretty horrible name for a vampire. Then again, my name is fucking Derek. My sister's name was Laura. My uncle's name was Peter? Or... is Peter, I guess. The Hales didn't exactly rule over a kingdom of good werewolf names from atop a moonlit throne. I'm in a very stones and glass houses situation.
[ but also maybe he shouldn't talk to """""stiles""""" about what makes a decent name. stiles isn't even his real name. derek really has to dig into that a little deeper, at some point. truth or dare kind of sucked last time, though. maybe he'll have to just ask him a genuine question like an actual adult.
anyway. he gets up, abandons his food. he heads towards the cupboard he's been stacking a lot of storage shit into, because marie kondo wasn't commercially established in 2011 and derek isn't used to buying things so he doesn't know how to throw them away. there are a few boxes, yeah - enough to help stiles carry whatever it is he wants to bring home. derek gets them out, heading back towards the living room.
nameless is eating his fish. derek looks at her, she looks at him, and she panics and bolts. he'll... deal with that later. he puts the boxes on the kitchen counter, texting stiles with his free hand. ]
You do have incredibly fuckable ankles, it's true. Do you want me to bring these over? The boxes. Someone could try to check in on Rosalind while you're coming back, so.
no subject
Then again, my name is fucking Derek. My sister's name was Laura. My uncle's name was Peter? Or... is Peter, I guess.
The Hales didn't exactly rule over a kingdom of good werewolf names from atop a moonlit throne. I'm in a very stones and glass houses situation.
[ but also maybe he shouldn't talk to """""stiles""""" about what makes a decent name. stiles isn't even his real name. derek really has to dig into that a little deeper, at some point. truth or dare kind of sucked last time, though. maybe he'll have to just ask him a genuine question like an actual adult.
anyway. he gets up, abandons his food. he heads towards the cupboard he's been stacking a lot of storage shit into, because marie kondo wasn't commercially established in 2011 and derek isn't used to buying things so he doesn't know how to throw them away. there are a few boxes, yeah - enough to help stiles carry whatever it is he wants to bring home. derek gets them out, heading back towards the living room.
nameless is eating his fish. derek looks at her, she looks at him, and she panics and bolts. he'll... deal with that later. he puts the boxes on the kitchen counter, texting stiles with his free hand. ]
You do have incredibly fuckable ankles, it's true.
Do you want me to bring these over? The boxes.
Someone could try to check in on Rosalind while you're coming back, so.