[But it wasn't a whim. Maybe he can't ever tell Derek that, or how much it tears him up every time he hears Joey in a tone that isn't mocking. That sounds like someone gives a shit. He doesn't know when the shift in his head happened, but it scares the fuck out of him.
He laughs, kind of startled, when Derek announces they're going to work on his fucking car. If he can't escape into dreams, then yeah, that's probably the next best thing. He rubs his hand over his face, but he nods.]
Yeah, okay.
[He's not even going to argue. He's pretty good with his hands, even if most people assume he's fucking useless at anything that doesn't involve getting high. And he's got a mind for mechanics. His shit would be worthless if he didn't.]
Am I allowed to have beer? I feel like this shit kind of requires a six pack.
[Look, beer isn't going to do much and he knows it's not going to do anything to Derek, so what's the harm?]
[ Unfortunately for Kavinsky, being under the scrutinizing, watchful eyes of Derek Hale means conceding control to a complete and total hardass. Kavinsky asks for beer the second Derek stands, reaches out, and grabs him by the forearm, tugging him out of bed like he weighs next to nothing. ]
Nope. I know what you're capable of. Might not really be beer.
[ Could be spiked. Could be - fucking - dream-beer, or whatever, a fancy, fantasy beveerage most comparable to liquified cocaine or something. Derek's already walking backwards, heading towards the door. ]
You go a couple hours dry, just working with your hands and hanging out with me, I'll give you a reward. Whatever you want. Free lapdance, or something.
[ 'Cause fucking might not help, but if he can use it as an incentive to keep him focused on something that could, then - whatever. ]
[He smirks, because Derek is not wrong. Who knows what the hell he has around here that isn't what it seems. Kavinsky leans his weight back just a bit as he walks, just to feel the tension between his arm and Derek's. At least the view is nice as he's pulled along.
Maybe this isn't what he expected, but he's not disappointed. Hanging out with Derek and dicking around with his car isn't a disappointment.]
I'm holding you to that.
[Because of course he is. And Derek's not getting out of that no matter how much Kavinsky relaxes or manages to enjoy himself.
He makes Derek pull him through half the house before he takes over, leading the rest of the way. At least the car isn't on the road, means they don't have to worry about traffic. This particular Evo has actually been around for a while. A survivor.]
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He laughs, kind of startled, when Derek announces they're going to work on his fucking car. If he can't escape into dreams, then yeah, that's probably the next best thing. He rubs his hand over his face, but he nods.]
Yeah, okay.
[He's not even going to argue. He's pretty good with his hands, even if most people assume he's fucking useless at anything that doesn't involve getting high. And he's got a mind for mechanics. His shit would be worthless if he didn't.]
Am I allowed to have beer? I feel like this shit kind of requires a six pack.
[Look, beer isn't going to do much and he knows it's not going to do anything to Derek, so what's the harm?]
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Nope. I know what you're capable of. Might not really be beer.
[ Could be spiked. Could be - fucking - dream-beer, or whatever, a fancy, fantasy beveerage most comparable to liquified cocaine or something. Derek's already walking backwards, heading towards the door. ]
You go a couple hours dry, just working with your hands and hanging out with me, I'll give you a reward. Whatever you want. Free lapdance, or something.
[ 'Cause fucking might not help, but if he can use it as an incentive to keep him focused on something that could, then - whatever. ]
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[He smirks, because Derek is not wrong. Who knows what the hell he has around here that isn't what it seems. Kavinsky leans his weight back just a bit as he walks, just to feel the tension between his arm and Derek's. At least the view is nice as he's pulled along.
Maybe this isn't what he expected, but he's not disappointed. Hanging out with Derek and dicking around with his car isn't a disappointment.]
I'm holding you to that.
[Because of course he is. And Derek's not getting out of that no matter how much Kavinsky relaxes or manages to enjoy himself.
He makes Derek pull him through half the house before he takes over, leading the rest of the way. At least the car isn't on the road, means they don't have to worry about traffic. This particular Evo has actually been around for a while. A survivor.]