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[calloused]

[ there's a long, long pause. ]

Who is this, exactly?

[confiscated]

told u, just found ur number
but if u wanna keep calling me reggie we can arrange that

[calloused]

[ This is starting to feel vaguely dangerous, and Derek feels stupid for letting his guard down enough to namedrop his friends - he's not sure where to go from here, but he's back to hovering his thumb over the block button. ]

Right.
Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not as good of a time as you've heard.
Notoriously unpleasant to be around, actually.

[confiscated]

u think either of ur lovers are up for a good time then?
that’s what they are right? tate and reggie

[calloused]

[ another long, long pause. for a moment there, it looks like derek might not even reply. ]

No.

[ an answer to both questions, maybe. an answer to one and not the other. who knows. ]

What do you want?

[confiscated]

to talk about you now
since you're not being any fun

[calloused]

Fine. Talk to me, then.
Ask me something.

[confiscated]

what are you wearing

[calloused]

Not much.

[ he means that in a "nothing special" kind of way, not in a "basically naked" kind of way, but. doesn't seem to notice the slip up. anyway, his turn to ask something. ]

What's your name?

[confiscated]

u can call me whatever u want

i'm not wearing much either

[calloused]

Well done.

Going to have to call you something.
Give me a hint.

[confiscated]

you're really awful at this

[calloused]

I'm not exactly tripping over myself in the rush to jerk off with someone I don't know, trust or respect.
You're going to have to give me better motivation.

[confiscated]

let's play a game then
you ask a question, i answer
then i ask a question. rinse repeat.

i'll start us off with: where are you? I know where you're not but I wanna know where you ARE

[calloused]

I mean, that's what we were doing. You shot me down. Twice.

Home.
Living room.
What do you mean, you know where I'm not?

[confiscated]

you're not with reggie and you're not with tate

and I have a pretty good idea where the both of them are right now

[calloused]

[ ... awful brave, if that's you, kavinsky. derek goes quiet. ]

Okay.
Your turn.
Ask me something.

[confiscated]

you have anyone else you like to fuck around here?

[calloused]

I have options.

[ a pause. ]

And you?
Who do you like to fuck around here? Write me a list.

[confiscated]

i'm enjoying my time with you?

if this counts.

you really at home? you wouldn't lie to me, would you?

[calloused]

[ hm. ]

I would.
I'm not, though.
I'm at home.

You won't be able to get in.

[confiscated]

got into the treehouse pretty easily

guess we know what home you like more

[calloused]

[ pushed too far. derek's angry again. ]

Enough.
Tell me who you are.

[confiscated]

come find out

[calloused]

[ that was what he was planning to do. he's already at the door when tate messages him back, toeing on his sneakers and searching for his keys. a few seconds later and derek's out the door, house locked up behind him, walking straight through the woods towards the treehouse - it takes two minutes, maybe three for derek to get there, but he already has a sense of who this is before he reaches the front step up. no heartbeat, no signs of any breaking and entering... if there's nobody here but tate, he knows where his lead lies, and if there's nobody here at all, then someone's clearly fucking with him.

derek doesn't knock. he never does. he heads on it - same as always. ]

Tate.