[ stiles is the last person who should tell anyone what they should and shouldn't do while driving, the dozen-plus speeding tickets he was never written thanks to nepotism a testament to that. still, if he was maybe just a little less excited and enthused and pleasantly shocked, he might have scolded derek for even thinking about video chatting while driving. it's fine when he does stupid, careless stuff, but not when other's do it. the hypocrite.

as it stands, stiles is not less any of those things, so instead of chastising his boyfriend, he focuses on the interior of the car instead as derek settles in. he can only see a very isolated crop of the car, and he's already seen it all before on derek's walk-around tour, but he's just. eager.

derek looks really good sitting in it. granted, derek would look good sitting in a red metal wagon, but still. stiles hears the jingle of keys - his keys, with a personalized keychain and everything - followed by the gentle roar of the engine rumbling to life. stiles laughs again. he can't help it. derek built a working vehicle. a jeep, just like his prized car from back home, and it's beautiful in practically every way. kinda like derek, who is also beautiful in every way.

he takes no offense to the fuzzy dice comment, even though derek's wrong. stiles rolls his eyes, but there really isn't anything that could dampen his spirit right now. stiles sits down on the couch in the living room for maybe three seconds before he gets back up, full of too much energy and anticipation to even dream of being able to sit still right now. ]

Yeah, yes. Yes. I want to do that. Both of those things, all of it. Seriously, do you even have to ask? God.

[ stiles stoops to pet the cat as he passes her. she trills at him quietly, rolling and stretching out on her back, right over derek's shoe, which she seems to have adopted for the day. ]

No fuzzy dice, though. Hula lady on the dash, or nothing.