[ stiles' texts come through faster than he's ever seen them come in - he gets alerts over alerts, tones that get cut out mid-play so a new one can override it - and derek's starting to panic, just a tiny, tiny bit, because maybe this was a bad idea. maybe he should have brought the jeep home rather than break all his plans down on a whim and end up here, sending fragmented photos to a panicked boy and his probably now disturbed cat, trying to tease and be coy and be cute.
but derek fights through the anxiety, because he thinks this is good, and he's just... genuinely excited to show stiles what he's done. only partially because he wants to put him in his place for saying you suck at lying - derek's been working on this baby since he started this fucking job, and stiles never had a clue. he's a fucking spymaster.
he calls stiles up on video, holding the frame up so he's on screen but the jeep isn't, and he starts talking the second stiles answers, cutting off any hellos by just - diving straight in. ]
So, okay - full disclosure? You don't have to keep her. You don't even have to take her. I don't want you to think that I'm just... trying to replace something you got from your mom. If you don't want her, that's totally okay - we have tons of cars here, I can get you something else.
[ ... but. derek takes his phone, holds it up over his head, and shows doscoe in her full glory. freshly painted, freshly polished. derek slowly starts to walk around her, giving stiles the tour. ]
But - yeah. I've been calling her Doscoe. Dos. Two. Roscoe. Thought it was kind of funny. Do you...
[ do you like her? derek swallows the question, asks something more neutral, trying to ease pressure on stiles if the answer is no. ]
no subject
[ stiles' texts come through faster than he's ever seen them come in - he gets alerts over alerts, tones that get cut out mid-play so a new one can override it - and derek's starting to panic, just a tiny, tiny bit, because maybe this was a bad idea. maybe he should have brought the jeep home rather than break all his plans down on a whim and end up here, sending fragmented photos to a panicked boy and his probably now disturbed cat, trying to tease and be coy and be cute.
but derek fights through the anxiety, because he thinks this is good, and he's just... genuinely excited to show stiles what he's done. only partially because he wants to put him in his place for saying you suck at lying - derek's been working on this baby since he started this fucking job, and stiles never had a clue. he's a fucking spymaster.
he calls stiles up on video, holding the frame up so he's on screen but the jeep isn't, and he starts talking the second stiles answers, cutting off any hellos by just - diving straight in. ]
So, okay - full disclosure? You don't have to keep her. You don't even have to take her. I don't want you to think that I'm just... trying to replace something you got from your mom. If you don't want her, that's totally okay - we have tons of cars here, I can get you something else.
[ ... but. derek takes his phone, holds it up over his head, and shows doscoe in her full glory. freshly painted, freshly polished. derek slowly starts to walk around her, giving stiles the tour. ]
But - yeah. I've been calling her Doscoe. Dos. Two. Roscoe. Thought it was kind of funny. Do you...
[ do you like her? derek swallows the question, asks something more neutral, trying to ease pressure on stiles if the answer is no. ]
I mean - thoughts?