[ and he actually does, lolling his head to the side so he can look at her. she flicks her tail a little, eyes closed like she's content. your dad says you can have his shoe, you little weirdo, he says, like she understands english.
stiles looks back at his phone, thumbs poised to tap out another text when a photo comes through. he taps it with his thumb, then touches both thumbs to the screen and drags them outward, zooming in a little.
his brows furrow. he's not entirely sure what he's looking at. well, no, he can obviously tell that it's derek's hand, holding a set of keys, and that he's sitting in a car at the garage. stiles moves the photo around a little, wondering if there's something he's supposed to be looking for, or if derek's just - allowing him to see a little bit of his day. he drags the keys back into center frame, absently drawing both of his legs up a little so his knees are bent and his feet are pressed flat against the count cushions, and he focuses on the little charms.
a lacrosse stick and - a badge. a sheriff badge, which is... oddly specific. and relevant to stiles. the two things together are relevant to stiles, but stiles is... having a hard time putting two and two together. mostly because he'd never expect derek to bring home a fucking car for him.
maybe a car for himself, though. maybe the charms are just coincidence, and derek is just showing him because of the coincidence. hmm. ]
Man What are the odds that one of your customers is also into lacrosse and has some kinda connection to the police department Am I going to have to defend my place as your boyfriend Are they super hot Cause I'm actually like, really comfortable right now I'll get up if I have to, but
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[ and he actually does, lolling his head to the side so he can look at her. she flicks her tail a little, eyes closed like she's content. your dad says you can have his shoe, you little weirdo, he says, like she understands english.
stiles looks back at his phone, thumbs poised to tap out another text when a photo comes through. he taps it with his thumb, then touches both thumbs to the screen and drags them outward, zooming in a little.
his brows furrow. he's not entirely sure what he's looking at. well, no, he can obviously tell that it's derek's hand, holding a set of keys, and that he's sitting in a car at the garage. stiles moves the photo around a little, wondering if there's something he's supposed to be looking for, or if derek's just - allowing him to see a little bit of his day. he drags the keys back into center frame, absently drawing both of his legs up a little so his knees are bent and his feet are pressed flat against the count cushions, and he focuses on the little charms.
a lacrosse stick and - a badge. a sheriff badge, which is... oddly specific. and relevant to stiles. the two things together are relevant to stiles, but stiles is... having a hard time putting two and two together. mostly because he'd never expect derek to bring home a fucking car for him.
maybe a car for himself, though. maybe the charms are just coincidence, and derek is just showing him because of the coincidence. hmm. ]
Man
What are the odds that one of your customers is also into lacrosse and has some kinda connection to the police department
Am I going to have to defend my place as your boyfriend
Are they super hot
Cause I'm actually like, really comfortable right now
I'll get up if I have to, but