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Derek Hale. Leave a message.

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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
... Yeah?

[Tate agrees quietly, resisting the urge to give another shrug. He eats a few more bites, watching Derek with inquisitive dark eyes before pulling on one of his curls to straighten it out - when tugged, it's much longer than it looks. He lets it snap back up into place.]

I wouldn't mind eating dinner here a few times a week. Or in the treehouse. I'm not really good at making things myself, so it'd be... cool, I guess.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Totally. Shave me right now.

[Tate rolls his eyes, but seems - amused. He then gives Derek the finger, while shoveling more pasta into his mouth. After being seated for so long and starting to eat, his hunger's rearing up like an old friend back in town. He eats a little more intensely after that, sipping beer between bites.]

Just a little off the top, okay? I'll kill you if you fuck my hair up.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
M&M?

[Tate's brows pinch together and he shoots Derek a puzzled look, clearly not getting the reference. He lets Derek get to what he gets to - eating pasta a little past the half way mark but then leaving his plate, fork down, and finishing his beer before standing up. He's going to grab another from the fridge, just because the buzz is... nice. He cracks it open.]

Where do you want me? I can sit on the floor in front of the couch.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, okay...

[Beer in one hand and a chair from the kitchen in the other, Tate drags it out onto the balcony and slips through the doorway to plant said chair outside. He figures Derek's the one who's going to sit in it so he drops down in front of it, crossing his legs and setting his beer down. The sound and smell of the beach sings to him and Tate looks a little less tense, eyes gravitating outward and getting distracted by the view.]

I love the way the waves come in on days like this.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
You sit in it.

[Tate gestures, not making a move to get up - he sips his beer and then rests his can between his crossed legs, in the little alcove of space there. He looks back to the water, then lets his gaze drift to Windex. He stretches out his hand toward her, making a soft noise to see if she'll come closer.]

Yeah. I came here pretty often - the beach, the treehouse. Not... here, not more than once or twice. These are my favorite places... of course I came.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I've been missing that Fort Harmony vibe.

[Derek sits though, and Tate moves accordingly - leaning back just a little to rest against his legs, more or less between them, and tilts his head back to look up at him with brows raised. Then he squints his eyes.]

Just a trim. You try any funny shit an' I'll get your cat high as fuck on catnip.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Gotta find you some dog drugs too - you need to have a good time too.

[Not that he's going to ask for any, not from Kavinsky, but - well. Maybe there's dognip somewhere in the world? What's the closest thing to a good time for a dog? Beef jerky? Tate leans back against Derek's legs, feeling kind of reminiscent of the times when he was younger and Constance would do this on their back porch. And when Nora would take over in the basement, when his mother became too drunk to keep up.]

Trisk's a lot happier now that you're back. She was sad for a while. Lost, y'know?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Nobody else gives them tuna every fuckin' day.

[Tate's spoiled them a fair bit - things got a bit tight while Derek was gone, mostly because he didn't want to go to Kavinsky for help with this half of his life. Selfish as ever, Tate wanted to keep things divided. During the riots he stole and traded to keep their little furbrains alive.]

I like having them. Taking care of them. Wasn't allowed pets at home - not really. Drove my mom nuts having a rat, though.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I just wanted to piss my mom off. Pretty sure she threw it out when...

[He died. He drifts off from that course of conversation to shrug.]

I wanted a snake but that didn't fly. Snakes are cooler.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, you ever heard of this thing called surprisin' me?

[He doesn't expect either, but he laughs. Just a little.]

Or just one for my birthday, one for Christmas. Come out winning both sides.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate sluggishly turns around, lifting his arms so that they hang over each of Derek's thighs - palms zigging back in to rest against the denim of his jeans. It's intimate and he'll get to joking around with that in a bit - especially as he leans against the taut stretch of Derek's pants over his crotch - but Tate just looks up for a beat, quiet and wide eyed with faux innocence. And some genuine curiosity.]

You rather I don't? It's gonna grow back. I thought it was getting shaggy.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
I still like your opinion. Your approval means shit to me, y'know.

[Calmly said, he's this close to prickling at the fact Derek's yet again brought up the dom situation but he's letting it go. He's choosing to stay in the moment, leaning against Derek and feeling the warmth up through the denim his hands rest on. Smelling his - aftershave or cologne, whatever it is that feels so familiar. Tate butts at Derek's abs before leaning back, sighing.]

If I don't look stupid, I'll leave it. But soon it's gonna be wild. My hair always gets that way. Or did, when I was younger.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-12-01 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Derek covers his tracks just quick enough that Tate doesn't dig into it, doesn't really notice, because he's laughing at being smacked and flashing a grin as he wriggles in place and acts difficult just for the sake of being difficult. Derek straightens him out after a second, making him feel like a cat caught at the scruff - he straightens up, staring at Derek up through the mess of blond bangs that hang in his face.]

Now you wanna cut my hair? Jesus, make up your fucking mind.

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