[ the anticipation and the excitement that thrums through stiles when derek starts to pull out of the garage is almost enough to send him outside to stand in the middle of the street to wait. instead, he listens to someone he can't see - and can only barely hear - talk to derek about the jeep. like he knows all about it, which isn't that surprising if he's been working on it at work for a while now. what is surprising is that they know it's for stiles, and that he's likely to be over the moon about it. derek could have told anyone that it was for - derek. but he didn't.
derek might be embarrassed, but stiles is - touched, honestly. he's very touched, and be bites at the inside corner of his bottom lip and ruffles the hair at the back of his head as he wanders the den and wonders how he can love one person so much. he dismisses the apology quietly, like it's ridiculous to apologize for making him happy, and then goes to find some shoes to put on.
a drive-in sounds like it would be kind of nice, if it were anywhere but here. it'd probably still be kinda nice, as long as derek was there, but he completely understands why derek might want to avoid it. part of the reason he likes the den so much is that it's easy to kind of shut out the rest of the city, the rest of the weird, twisted city they live in, and pretend, at least for a while, that they're getting a jump start on that life they've only recently been talking about living together, once duplicity is behind them.
stiles nods, dragging a pair of sneakers out and sitting on the corner of their bed. he should put his phone down so he can pull his shoes on faster, but he's kind of unwilling to stop looking at derek. instead, he pulls them on with one hand, the laces already done up because he's the kind of person who yanks his shoes off without undoing the laces. it's a little bit of a struggle, but he's managing. ]
Something private sounds - better. I'm—
[ he grimaces a little, only because he's fighting a little with getting his heel past the back of his shoe without it folding it and turning his sneaker into a slide. he tucks his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and he leans so he can press shoe to the floor and his foot into his shoe with his finger tucked into the back. eventually, he overcomes the struggle, and sits back up with a sigh.
it takes stiles a second or two to remember what he'd been about to say. he blinks, and he stands, and he looks kind of confused for a moment as he tries to put his train of thought back on track. ]
I'm... really excited. This is really cool, you're - really cool. More than cool.
[ he laughs a little at his own stupidity, and then leaves the bedroom, turning back down the hallway. ]
Can I meet you outside? I mean I'm going to do it anyway, I guess I'm just telling you.
[ stiles slides the front door open and then closed behind him, and he considers just - waiting at the top of the stairs for derek to come home, but that's not enough, so he all but races to the bottom. he's probably going to want to park the thing along the side of the den, maybe even around back, just for the sake of privacy and anonymity. ]
Doscoe's a good name. That's [ he laughs, ] that's such a good name. You absolute dork. Wow.
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derek might be embarrassed, but stiles is - touched, honestly. he's very touched, and be bites at the inside corner of his bottom lip and ruffles the hair at the back of his head as he wanders the den and wonders how he can love one person so much. he dismisses the apology quietly, like it's ridiculous to apologize for making him happy, and then goes to find some shoes to put on.
a drive-in sounds like it would be kind of nice, if it were anywhere but here. it'd probably still be kinda nice, as long as derek was there, but he completely understands why derek might want to avoid it. part of the reason he likes the den so much is that it's easy to kind of shut out the rest of the city, the rest of the weird, twisted city they live in, and pretend, at least for a while, that they're getting a jump start on that life they've only recently been talking about living together, once duplicity is behind them.
stiles nods, dragging a pair of sneakers out and sitting on the corner of their bed. he should put his phone down so he can pull his shoes on faster, but he's kind of unwilling to stop looking at derek. instead, he pulls them on with one hand, the laces already done up because he's the kind of person who yanks his shoes off without undoing the laces. it's a little bit of a struggle, but he's managing. ]
Something private sounds - better. I'm—
[ he grimaces a little, only because he's fighting a little with getting his heel past the back of his shoe without it folding it and turning his sneaker into a slide. he tucks his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and he leans so he can press shoe to the floor and his foot into his shoe with his finger tucked into the back. eventually, he overcomes the struggle, and sits back up with a sigh.
it takes stiles a second or two to remember what he'd been about to say. he blinks, and he stands, and he looks kind of confused for a moment as he tries to put his train of thought back on track. ]
I'm... really excited. This is really cool, you're - really cool. More than cool.
[ he laughs a little at his own stupidity, and then leaves the bedroom, turning back down the hallway. ]
Can I meet you outside? I mean I'm going to do it anyway, I guess I'm just telling you.
[ stiles slides the front door open and then closed behind him, and he considers just - waiting at the top of the stairs for derek to come home, but that's not enough, so he all but races to the bottom. he's probably going to want to park the thing along the side of the den, maybe even around back, just for the sake of privacy and anonymity. ]
Doscoe's a good name. That's [ he laughs, ] that's such a good name. You absolute dork. Wow.