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[Really, Anita had begun to think that outside of an investigation, she'd never see the inside of a house like this again. Even looking at a place larger than a motel room or the very occasional apartment with a short-term lease felt bizarre. It hadn't particularly bothered her. It just didn't fit in with the hunter lifestyle -- at least, not the way they did it. Still, now and then a job turned out to be reasonably long-term and putting down what looked like roots was necessary.
The problem with moving into a house was that they didn't exactly own very much. Everything fit into either backseat or the trunk of the Impala -- the full arsenal and a few boxes of clothes. Yeah. Rental furniture was going to have to be a thing, unless they wanted to be sleeping on the floor for however long they wound up staying.
At least Sam had made himself available to help with the heavy lifting. Anita usually turned her nose up at anything even remotely resembling chivalry and insisted on attempting all sorts of things that were physically beyond her ken, but just this once, she thought she might leave the manual labor to the menfolk and dedicate herself to unpacking.
Which, to be fair, was kind of cheating. It was an easy job, considering immaterial constantly being on the road had forced them to become. Pulling a box of clothes from the backseat, Anita tucks it under one arm and shuts the door behind her, heading over to the back of the moving truck and shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand while she attempts to get a look at what needs to be unloaded.
Yep. Not a thing that had been in their possession for more than 24 hours. Throwing a life together in a matter of days was kind of surreal, really.
That bed looked awesome, though.]
Well, we'll be eating off paper plates for awhile, but at least it looks like we got everything covered on the furniture end of things.
[And let's be real. They were probably going to stick with paper plates anyway. Housework was not exactly her forte, including dishes.]
The problem with moving into a house was that they didn't exactly own very much. Everything fit into either backseat or the trunk of the Impala -- the full arsenal and a few boxes of clothes. Yeah. Rental furniture was going to have to be a thing, unless they wanted to be sleeping on the floor for however long they wound up staying.
At least Sam had made himself available to help with the heavy lifting. Anita usually turned her nose up at anything even remotely resembling chivalry and insisted on attempting all sorts of things that were physically beyond her ken, but just this once, she thought she might leave the manual labor to the menfolk and dedicate herself to unpacking.
Which, to be fair, was kind of cheating. It was an easy job, considering immaterial constantly being on the road had forced them to become. Pulling a box of clothes from the backseat, Anita tucks it under one arm and shuts the door behind her, heading over to the back of the moving truck and shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand while she attempts to get a look at what needs to be unloaded.
Yep. Not a thing that had been in their possession for more than 24 hours. Throwing a life together in a matter of days was kind of surreal, really.
That bed looked awesome, though.]
Well, we'll be eating off paper plates for awhile, but at least it looks like we got everything covered on the furniture end of things.
[And let's be real. They were probably going to stick with paper plates anyway. Housework was not exactly her forte, including dishes.]
[The house beside the little suburban slice of Beacon Hills that Stiles and Derek had settled into had been empty since they moved in. Stiles liked to joke it was because Derek scared them off with the sheer force of his glowering, but like it or not, they'd been neighborless.
To be honest, it was probably better that way. The Stilinski-Hale house was the home of the Alpha of Beacon Hills, and as such, constantly full of, well. Werewolves. There were people constantly coming in and out of the house at any and all hours of the night, a slightly ridiculous ring of rowan trees rimming the forest the house was backed by, and aside from that, the alpha himself.
Generally neither of them wanted any trouble. Part of moving outside of Derek's old , burnt out family house was starting a quieter life, as Stiles liked to point out, and sliding into as normal as they could possibly stand.
Stiles had rolled out of bed this morning with his coffee and considered working on his thesis, but the sight of new people--people who were going to live by them who weren't pack--left Stiles obviously brimming with curiosity (never a good thing), and he leaned into the window frame as the cat wove through his legs.]
Ru--
[ That cat, he swears to every God in heaven, is actually a genius, and Ru(rest of the name redacted) decides to suddenly dart out the back door. Swearing, Stiles nearly drops his coffee and scrambles out the door behind the cat, watching as she gracefully winds her way up the ramp of the moving truck and plants her little spotted butt down on top of a box.]
Oh my god, get back here!
To be honest, it was probably better that way. The Stilinski-Hale house was the home of the Alpha of Beacon Hills, and as such, constantly full of, well. Werewolves. There were people constantly coming in and out of the house at any and all hours of the night, a slightly ridiculous ring of rowan trees rimming the forest the house was backed by, and aside from that, the alpha himself.
Generally neither of them wanted any trouble. Part of moving outside of Derek's old , burnt out family house was starting a quieter life, as Stiles liked to point out, and sliding into as normal as they could possibly stand.
Stiles had rolled out of bed this morning with his coffee and considered working on his thesis, but the sight of new people--people who were going to live by them who weren't pack--left Stiles obviously brimming with curiosity (never a good thing), and he leaned into the window frame as the cat wove through his legs.]
Ru--
[ That cat, he swears to every God in heaven, is actually a genius, and Ru(rest of the name redacted) decides to suddenly dart out the back door. Swearing, Stiles nearly drops his coffee and scrambles out the door behind the cat, watching as she gracefully winds her way up the ramp of the moving truck and plants her little spotted butt down on top of a box.]
Oh my god, get back here!
[Oh, cat. A cat in their truck. Near their brand-new furniture. Suddenly Anita has a very vivid mental image of Dean popping out of the cab of the U-Haul prepared to fire a shot to scare the thing off. They both had a barely-restrained fascination with the fact that they had furniture, and paired with Dean's hostile aversion to cats thanks to an allergy she felt was blown way out of proportion, all she could think was, 'well, wouldn't that be a great first impression to make on the neighbors?'
She sets the box down in the driveway and heads up the ramp, waving vaguely towards the young man she can only assume is the cat's owner.]
I've got her, she's fine. C'mere, kitty.
[She holds a hand out to their furriest new neighbor, rubbing her fingers together and making what she had always felt were ridiculous kissing sounds that somehow managed to work magic on cats of any kind. She wasn't quite willing to reach out and risk getting scratched just yet. She'd had a hell of a lot worse than cat scratches, but still. Those hurt like a bitch.]
At least she went into the truck and not down the street, right?
She sets the box down in the driveway and heads up the ramp, waving vaguely towards the young man she can only assume is the cat's owner.]
I've got her, she's fine. C'mere, kitty.
[She holds a hand out to their furriest new neighbor, rubbing her fingers together and making what she had always felt were ridiculous kissing sounds that somehow managed to work magic on cats of any kind. She wasn't quite willing to reach out and risk getting scratched just yet. She'd had a hell of a lot worse than cat scratches, but still. Those hurt like a bitch.]
At least she went into the truck and not down the street, right?
[ At least Ru seemed to get the hint that Stiles was trying to be nosy. She didn't move from her spot on the box, perfectly content and mewing at Anita, until he dashed out of the house, still in his pajama pants.
Stumbling over to the truck, Stiles waves back, a little awkwardly, and hurries over to scoop up the cat. ]
I swear to god, this is a human in a cat's body, come here, you. [She doesn't go as easily as she might have for Derek, but Stiles manages to scoop her up and put her front paws over his shoulder, clambering out of the moving truck and offering Anita a sheepish grin.]
I generally don't love to introduce myself as the guy who has snooping animals, but hi, I'm the guy who has snooping animals. [Smooth.] We're, and I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear this, neighbors. [And he tilts his head back to the little brick house next door. Crap. He is not doing so well with this introduction thing.] Uh. Welcome to the neighborhood, I guess.
Stumbling over to the truck, Stiles waves back, a little awkwardly, and hurries over to scoop up the cat. ]
I swear to god, this is a human in a cat's body, come here, you. [She doesn't go as easily as she might have for Derek, but Stiles manages to scoop her up and put her front paws over his shoulder, clambering out of the moving truck and offering Anita a sheepish grin.]
I generally don't love to introduce myself as the guy who has snooping animals, but hi, I'm the guy who has snooping animals. [Smooth.] We're, and I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear this, neighbors. [And he tilts his head back to the little brick house next door. Crap. He is not doing so well with this introduction thing.] Uh. Welcome to the neighborhood, I guess.
[Well, she's heard worse introductions, that's for sure. She grins in reply as she hops out of the truck, touching one hand against the floor to steady herself as she goes. She offers him her hand once her feet hit the pavement. You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake. She's disappointed that it's a custom that seems to have gone out of style in a lot of places.]
Don't most animals tend to snoop, anyway?
[Especially cats.]
But thanks for the welcoming committee, even if it was unintentional. Anita Campbell. I have a husband around here somewhere, and a brother-in-law. They're the designated heavy-lifters.
Don't most animals tend to snoop, anyway?
[Especially cats.]
But thanks for the welcoming committee, even if it was unintentional. Anita Campbell. I have a husband around here somewhere, and a brother-in-law. They're the designated heavy-lifters.
[Immediately, Stiles shakes her hand. His dad's a police officer, and if there's one thing he's always been taught, it's that a noodley handshake will get you nowhere.
He grins a little lopsidedly and shifts the cat on his shoulder as he drops his hand, trying to keep her from running back off into their stuff. So, what can he see already. New person, married--and she confirmed that after a minute, yup--and definitely new in town. Getting move ins in Beacon Hills was rare enough that it was always kind of an event.] Hale-Stilinski--[And isn't that a mouthful.], Stiles Hale-Stilinski. Stiles for short. [His smile turns up a little wider.] I've got one of those lurking around too. Did you need an extra hand?
He grins a little lopsidedly and shifts the cat on his shoulder as he drops his hand, trying to keep her from running back off into their stuff. So, what can he see already. New person, married--and she confirmed that after a minute, yup--and definitely new in town. Getting move ins in Beacon Hills was rare enough that it was always kind of an event.] Hale-Stilinski--[And isn't that a mouthful.], Stiles Hale-Stilinski. Stiles for short. [His smile turns up a little wider.] I've got one of those lurking around too. Did you need an extra hand?
Edited 2013-03-17 03:54 (UTC)
You're not bugging the new arrivals already, are you?
[ Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and all that. Derek was checking out the territory behind their house, as he is wont to do first thing after they finish their usual morning routine, and is brought out of the trees by the sound of Stiles shouting after the cat. He comes from their yard in an easy stride, drawing his hands out of his jeans pockets-- unlike Stiles, he's in a fitted tank and jeans instead of pajamas-- to bring them up towards Ru on Stiles' shoulder.
He knows he doesn't have to prompt her further, and instead turns his attention towards the woman Stiles is talking to with muted interest. But while his expression is overall calm and relaxed, her scent has him a little on edge. Not visibly, but he's a combination of wary and intrigued. There's a quiet lingering like autumn as the undercurrent, but she smells like ozone, like power, and grave dirt with a dusting of gun powder. ]
You left the back door open.
[ Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and all that. Derek was checking out the territory behind their house, as he is wont to do first thing after they finish their usual morning routine, and is brought out of the trees by the sound of Stiles shouting after the cat. He comes from their yard in an easy stride, drawing his hands out of his jeans pockets-- unlike Stiles, he's in a fitted tank and jeans instead of pajamas-- to bring them up towards Ru on Stiles' shoulder.
He knows he doesn't have to prompt her further, and instead turns his attention towards the woman Stiles is talking to with muted interest. But while his expression is overall calm and relaxed, her scent has him a little on edge. Not visibly, but he's a combination of wary and intrigued. There's a quiet lingering like autumn as the undercurrent, but she smells like ozone, like power, and grave dirt with a dusting of gun powder. ]
You left the back door open.
Stiles. Got it. Nice to meet you.
[It was a good handshake -- firm, confident. It made a good impression. She raised both eyebrows as the newest arrival made his way across the lawn and into the driveway, watching as the cat went to them without argument. For anyone else, it might have been the sharp contrast between the two men that caught their interest, or maybe the second man's admittedly impressive physique, but she's too busy being distracted by the way the air around them seemed to grow heavier, almost oppressive when he arrived.
Shit, talk about presence.
She smiles, offering him her hand, as well.]
And this is the lurking husband, I take it?
[It was a good handshake -- firm, confident. It made a good impression. She raised both eyebrows as the newest arrival made his way across the lawn and into the driveway, watching as the cat went to them without argument. For anyone else, it might have been the sharp contrast between the two men that caught their interest, or maybe the second man's admittedly impressive physique, but she's too busy being distracted by the way the air around them seemed to grow heavier, almost oppressive when he arrived.
Shit, talk about presence.
She smiles, offering him her hand, as well.]
And this is the lurking husband, I take it?
I was a little preoccupied with the cat from hell. [Stiles gladly lets Derek take Ru, who immediately curls in Derek's space (traitor), turning his attention back to Anita and grinning a little wryly.] And I'm not bugging, rude, I'm making friends.
He's a lurking professional. Anita, Derek, Derek, Anita. Looks like you didn't scare off all of our potential neighbors after all.
[ It doesn't take much for him to notice that something might be off. On a base level, Derek is pretty much unreadable, but Stiles more or less has his PhD in the facial expression of the rare alpha werewolf, and the way he leans back a little into Derek's space, while seemingly just a typical move of a loving spouse (although in part, it is), is also to get a better gauging of his mood.]
He's a lurking professional. Anita, Derek, Derek, Anita. Looks like you didn't scare off all of our potential neighbors after all.
[ It doesn't take much for him to notice that something might be off. On a base level, Derek is pretty much unreadable, but Stiles more or less has his PhD in the facial expression of the rare alpha werewolf, and the way he leans back a little into Derek's space, while seemingly just a typical move of a loving spouse (although in part, it is), is also to get a better gauging of his mood.]
You're just mad she likes me more. [ Adjusting Ru against one shoulder, Derek supports the purring cat with one hand while leaving space for Stiles to lean back. There's a mute vibration in his chest, a subvocal rumble that makes no sound, almost in answer to his touch. He's suspicious, because something is off, but unlike how he would've reacted in past years, he remains fairly calm on the outside.
When he reaches his free hand out to accept Anita's, he reaches around Stiles to do it. It's one part married sync, one part caution, all normal behavior in the alpha, in case he needs to pull his nosy human husband back. But he still gives her a proper handshake, as anyone should. It really is a practice more people should continue to use. ]
Anita. Welcome to the neighborhood. Don't listen to him, he makes it sound like we're living in an episode of Desperate Housewives.
When he reaches his free hand out to accept Anita's, he reaches around Stiles to do it. It's one part married sync, one part caution, all normal behavior in the alpha, in case he needs to pull his nosy human husband back. But he still gives her a proper handshake, as anyone should. It really is a practice more people should continue to use. ]
Anita. Welcome to the neighborhood. Don't listen to him, he makes it sound like we're living in an episode of Desperate Housewives.
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2013-03-17 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't mind this moose emerging from the house. He and Dean had taken in a couch a moment ago, but Sam shows up first, as Dean had made a crude comment about needing to take a leak. Sam could probably take the next piece, the table, in on his own, but like hell is going to let Dean skip out on work either. He's going to wait until he shows up to help too.
He's not surprised to see Anita standing around, but two strangers? That gets his attention. He immediately comes up and stands beside her. He might be sizing them up some, but it's in the protective brother sense, and it disappears quickly in favour of being polite. Sam's the brother that's the charmer, after all.]
Sam Campbell. Hi.
[He holds his hand out to whoever will shake it.]
He's not surprised to see Anita standing around, but two strangers? That gets his attention. He immediately comes up and stands beside her. He might be sizing them up some, but it's in the protective brother sense, and it disappears quickly in favour of being polite. Sam's the brother that's the charmer, after all.]
Sam Campbell. Hi.
[He holds his hand out to whoever will shake it.]
Edited (FORGOT HE WAS UNDERCOVER OOPS) 2013-03-17 20:40 (UTC)
[Desperate Housewives? Some TV show. God, when was the last time she'd had a chance to actually sit down and watch something that wasn't horrible daytime TV, anyway? They'd have to take advantage of this opportunity to address that, too. Maybe do some actual work in-between.
Still in the driveway and already a little too enchanted with the life they were putting together as their cover. She was going to have to watch herself.
She brightens when she hears the door open, waving to Sam as he heads towards them while she shakes Derek's hand with her free one.]
Thanks for the welcome. Is there decent money in professional lurking?
[Lame attempts at humor would probably be her M.O. until the end of time, if she was being honest.
Anyone else might have rolled their eyes at Sam in private for being even the tiniest bit suspicious, but the fact of the matter was that they had all developed the same reflex over the years. You sized new people up when you met them, expected them to be a whole lot more than what was presented. To his credit, Sam always managed to cover those suspicions the best of the three of them. He was the most practiced at being polite and a general people-person. Still, there was definitely something about Derek that she couldn't put her finger on. Like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Weird.
She glances up at Sam, offering him a wry smile.]
Did your help disappear?
Still in the driveway and already a little too enchanted with the life they were putting together as their cover. She was going to have to watch herself.
She brightens when she hears the door open, waving to Sam as he heads towards them while she shakes Derek's hand with her free one.]
Thanks for the welcome. Is there decent money in professional lurking?
[Lame attempts at humor would probably be her M.O. until the end of time, if she was being honest.
Anyone else might have rolled their eyes at Sam in private for being even the tiniest bit suspicious, but the fact of the matter was that they had all developed the same reflex over the years. You sized new people up when you met them, expected them to be a whole lot more than what was presented. To his credit, Sam always managed to cover those suspicions the best of the three of them. He was the most practiced at being polite and a general people-person. Still, there was definitely something about Derek that she couldn't put her finger on. Like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Weird.
She glances up at Sam, offering him a wry smile.]
Did your help disappear?
We scrape by. [That's okay, Anita, Stiles will join you with that MO. His grin is wide and toothy, even as he shoots Derek a look, ready to launch into a story as to why in fact their life is like a Desperate Housewives rerun--however, he's distracted by the moose person who comes up next.
A quick glance down to his hand revealed that no, not the husband. Must be the brother in law. Offering a quick wave, he jams his hands back in his pockets, quietly sizing them up. This dude's huge (but not in a Derek way), and it's funny to see how he comes up behind Anita, as protective as anything. There was definitely something amiss here, or Stiles' first name wasn't...well it was none of your business what it was. He returns the handshake quickly, though.]
Aw, come on, we're not gonna bite. Stiles, we live in the house right there--and our cat decided to come and claim your house before you guys even showed up. You must be the brother in law?
A quick glance down to his hand revealed that no, not the husband. Must be the brother in law. Offering a quick wave, he jams his hands back in his pockets, quietly sizing them up. This dude's huge (but not in a Derek way), and it's funny to see how he comes up behind Anita, as protective as anything. There was definitely something amiss here, or Stiles' first name wasn't...well it was none of your business what it was. He returns the handshake quickly, though.]
Aw, come on, we're not gonna bite. Stiles, we live in the house right there--and our cat decided to come and claim your house before you guys even showed up. You must be the brother in law?
Construction pays better. [ Derek cocks an eyebrow at Stiles in response to the look, but doesn't tell him to stay quiet-- the moose other man that comes up makes quick work of keeping him from going on a tirade. His scent's more along the lines of spring, in both a general sense and the fact there's something floral-- shampoo, probably, judging by his hair-- but there's something off about him, too. Something along the lines of a library or a study is there, with the gunpowder and salt, but also...
Sulfur? Very faintly, like his clothes hung up in a closet with a hunk of it and the traces are just barely hanging on a week or two later. The subvocal rumble returns, against Stiles' back, but leaves before he speaks again. He may be unaware of Anita's assessment and own confusion, but he's not going to basically growl at the new neighbors. ]
Derek. Nice meeting you. [ He chuffs at Stiles' comment, offering Sam his hand after he and Stiles have exchanged their greetings. ] Both of you.
Sulfur? Very faintly, like his clothes hung up in a closet with a hunk of it and the traces are just barely hanging on a week or two later. The subvocal rumble returns, against Stiles' back, but leaves before he speaks again. He may be unaware of Anita's assessment and own confusion, but he's not going to basically growl at the new neighbors. ]
Derek. Nice meeting you. [ He chuffs at Stiles' comment, offering Sam his hand after he and Stiles have exchanged their greetings. ] Both of you.
[It had been three days since moving in, and the novelty of just about everything had yet to wear off. Unpacking had been an incredibly underwhelming task, which was to be expected considering their situation, and so while they settled -- completely with putting the office in order and covering an entire wall with photos, newspaper clippings and other information relevant to their current investigation -- Anita found that a number of trips to various department stores had been necessary to straighten out all of the minor household items they had managed to miss.
Really, it had been four years since she'd stayed anywhere for more than a couple of weeks at a time, and Dean had been in and out of motel rooms since he was a kid. They had been bound to miss a few things. A few, however, turned out to be a rather dizzying amount, and anyone who might have been paying attention would have seen Anita's newly-obtained Jeep pulling in and out of the driveway at all hours whenever a new necessity popped up unexpectedly.
By day three, she was almost positive that she had everything covered, which meant that she had time to return to enjoying the sheer novelty of having a full house at their disposal before getting down to brass tacks. Early afternoon found her in the backyard -- they had a yard -- kneeling beside what looked like prime gardening space set aside by the previous owners, however long ago that might have been. She managed to go through the motions of planting three whole tomato plants before setting her trowel down and removing her gloves, sitting back on her heels.
Okay. This part of domesticity wasn't as exciting as she'd hoped. The high was wearing off, at least concerning gardening. Clearly, that wasn't hobby she was going to be taking up anytime soon. Seriously, it was all kinds of unnecessary work.]
Really, it had been four years since she'd stayed anywhere for more than a couple of weeks at a time, and Dean had been in and out of motel rooms since he was a kid. They had been bound to miss a few things. A few, however, turned out to be a rather dizzying amount, and anyone who might have been paying attention would have seen Anita's newly-obtained Jeep pulling in and out of the driveway at all hours whenever a new necessity popped up unexpectedly.
By day three, she was almost positive that she had everything covered, which meant that she had time to return to enjoying the sheer novelty of having a full house at their disposal before getting down to brass tacks. Early afternoon found her in the backyard -- they had a yard -- kneeling beside what looked like prime gardening space set aside by the previous owners, however long ago that might have been. She managed to go through the motions of planting three whole tomato plants before setting her trowel down and removing her gloves, sitting back on her heels.
Okay. This part of domesticity wasn't as exciting as she'd hoped. The high was wearing off, at least concerning gardening. Clearly, that wasn't hobby she was going to be taking up anytime soon. Seriously, it was all kinds of unnecessary work.]
[ What might catch Anita's attention is something from next door--namely, a puff of black smoke that suddenly shoots up. That would be Stiles' version of a garden, which currently included a rowan tree and a bunch of other plants, generally medicinal. The small fence they have is open in the back, separating their property from their neighbors but not from the Beacon Hills conservatory, which opens up behind the house. It's for pack related reasons, and their small garden of magical-slash-werewolf-related plants looks downright conspicuous among the trees.
Of course, burning a piece of wood for the collection of mountain ash wasn't exactly conspicuous, but hey. Stiles had to do what he had to do. Didn't exactly realize the neighbors were out and about, though.]
Of course, burning a piece of wood for the collection of mountain ash wasn't exactly conspicuous, but hey. Stiles had to do what he had to do. Didn't exactly realize the neighbors were out and about, though.]
[It does, in fact, catch Anita's attention, and rather than heading back into the house, she heads over towards the lattice fence separating their yards, leaning against it as she peeks over curiously.]
Is this a run-of-the-mill weekend project for you?
[What's being subtle?]
Is this a run-of-the-mill weekend project for you?
[What's being subtle?]
[Deadpan:] Sacrificing a lamb. Part of the whole Satanic cult thing we do on Sundays.
[Stiles raises his eyebrows at her, his mouth sliding into a grin as he sits back from his handiwork. The branch is burning slowly and letting off a crisp smell, and there's a little jar set underneath it, so the ash falls into it. A little suspicious, but half their neighbors think the pack is just a cult anyway.]
Getting your garden on?
[Stiles raises his eyebrows at her, his mouth sliding into a grin as he sits back from his handiwork. The branch is burning slowly and letting off a crisp smell, and there's a little jar set underneath it, so the ash falls into it. A little suspicious, but half their neighbors think the pack is just a cult anyway.]
Getting your garden on?
You guys, too, huh?
[She smirks in reply, stealing a quick glance at the project in question. Is he collecting ash? Huh. Maybe something to keep in mind, but she doesn't think much of it for the time being. She looks back over her shoulder towards the abandoned plot before giving him a wry smile.]
I was, and then I realized gardening was a lot more work than I actually wanted to do. The novelty of having a yard to plant one in is nice, though. We've only been in apartments before now.
[She smirks in reply, stealing a quick glance at the project in question. Is he collecting ash? Huh. Maybe something to keep in mind, but she doesn't think much of it for the time being. She looks back over her shoulder towards the abandoned plot before giving him a wry smile.]
I was, and then I realized gardening was a lot more work than I actually wanted to do. The novelty of having a yard to plant one in is nice, though. We've only been in apartments before now.
Oh yeah, totally. Meet in the forest, burn some incense, say a couple words and summon the dark lord Satan. We bring cookies. [ At least she's got a good sense of humor. Other people definitely do not.
Stiles starts to get up, pushing himself off the ground and brushing the dirt off his jeans, ambling over towards her. The jar setup'll catch the ash without him supervising it and he comes over and leans on the fence. It's kind of a novelty, being so damn...well, suburban. On his own. Without his dad. With his husband.
Weird.]
Believe it or not, I never got to live in one of those. Went from living with my dad--[And he jerks his thumb back towards the main branch of town] to here. And hey, I've got kind of a shitty green thumb too, don't feel bad. We just happen to have a forest in our backyard so it makes things easy. They make suburbia like the easy life but man. Bills and gardening and dog walking and all that crap gets kinda complicated.
[Also the fact that they're the supernatural defense force of Beacon Hills, but you know. Nbd.]
So what brings you out here to middle of nowhere California?
Stiles starts to get up, pushing himself off the ground and brushing the dirt off his jeans, ambling over towards her. The jar setup'll catch the ash without him supervising it and he comes over and leans on the fence. It's kind of a novelty, being so damn...well, suburban. On his own. Without his dad. With his husband.
Weird.]
Believe it or not, I never got to live in one of those. Went from living with my dad--[And he jerks his thumb back towards the main branch of town] to here. And hey, I've got kind of a shitty green thumb too, don't feel bad. We just happen to have a forest in our backyard so it makes things easy. They make suburbia like the easy life but man. Bills and gardening and dog walking and all that crap gets kinda complicated.
[Also the fact that they're the supernatural defense force of Beacon Hills, but you know. Nbd.]
So what brings you out here to middle of nowhere California?
Edited 2013-03-26 00:16 (UTC)
You're not missing much with the apartment experience. We move a lot -- or we did for awhile.
[She inclines her head towards the house slightly, indicating her other half.]
Knowing we'll be somewhere long enough to actually have a house and settle is a nice change. I'm a PI, so I go wherever work takes me, but there's a local insurance company that offered me a pretty nice deal to move out here and be on retainer. Couldn't pass it up.
[Well, it wasn't untrue. Being a hunter was sort of like being a private investigator, except for the part where PIs were actually licensed. Which she was. Technically. Her license even looked legitimate. Sam had been very helpful on that front, and it wasn't like she didn't have the skills to back it up if need be.]
Conveniently, Sam goes to school at Stanford, so it worked out well. We get to be near family. What about you? You're a native, sounds like.
[She inclines her head towards the house slightly, indicating her other half.]
Knowing we'll be somewhere long enough to actually have a house and settle is a nice change. I'm a PI, so I go wherever work takes me, but there's a local insurance company that offered me a pretty nice deal to move out here and be on retainer. Couldn't pass it up.
[Well, it wasn't untrue. Being a hunter was sort of like being a private investigator, except for the part where PIs were actually licensed. Which she was. Technically. Her license even looked legitimate. Sam had been very helpful on that front, and it wasn't like she didn't have the skills to back it up if need be.]
Conveniently, Sam goes to school at Stanford, so it worked out well. We get to be near family. What about you? You're a native, sounds like.
[ Moving a lot makes her sound military, which--yep. He breaks into a smile at the PI comment and leans against the fence.] Beacon Hills born and raised. My dad's the sheriff, actually, so I'm sure you'll get to meet him sooner or later.
[ And if their story doesn't check out? Well, his dad would be the first to let him know. Stiles wasn't necessarily that suspicious--he didn't want to be that suspicious, but after Derek had mentioned there was something off with their scent...well, it was best to be safe. They'd worked so hard to fix things in Beacon Hills. They couldn't have it going back to how it had been when Stiles was a teenager.
Stiles nods at the second part, chewing over the story and giving up his own.] Derek's from around here too--we met when I was in high school. [.....what a long story that was.] He works on contract in town and I'm getting my masters at UCLA long distance in criminal psych.
[ And if their story doesn't check out? Well, his dad would be the first to let him know. Stiles wasn't necessarily that suspicious--he didn't want to be that suspicious, but after Derek had mentioned there was something off with their scent...well, it was best to be safe. They'd worked so hard to fix things in Beacon Hills. They couldn't have it going back to how it had been when Stiles was a teenager.
Stiles nods at the second part, chewing over the story and giving up his own.] Derek's from around here too--we met when I was in high school. [.....what a long story that was.] He works on contract in town and I'm getting my masters at UCLA long distance in criminal psych.
I bet it was a nice place to grow up, at least.
[It seemed like a decent place for kids, aside from the whole ongoing murder mystery angle. Otherwise, a slice of suburban paradise. Not that they would ever have to worry about that particular variable being thrown into their equation. Hunting was the biggest roadblock, but it wasn't the only one.]
I'm sure I will. Maybe I can get you to put in a good word for me at some point, if my husband doesn't completely alienate the two of you. Always nice to be on friendly terms with the local law enforcement.
[Not that Dean had been terrible since their arrival. He was just... well.
He was Dean.
Oh. That implied that Derek hadn't been in high school at the time. She raises an eyebrow, smiling.]
Older man, huh?
Criminal psych is pretty fascinating. How far along are you?
[It seemed like a decent place for kids, aside from the whole ongoing murder mystery angle. Otherwise, a slice of suburban paradise. Not that they would ever have to worry about that particular variable being thrown into their equation. Hunting was the biggest roadblock, but it wasn't the only one.]
I'm sure I will. Maybe I can get you to put in a good word for me at some point, if my husband doesn't completely alienate the two of you. Always nice to be on friendly terms with the local law enforcement.
[Not that Dean had been terrible since their arrival. He was just... well.
He was Dean.
Oh. That implied that Derek hadn't been in high school at the time. She raises an eyebrow, smiling.]
Older man, huh?
Criminal psych is pretty fascinating. How far along are you?
Oh yeah, freakin' idyllic. Boring, though. [ ...Boring if you were a normal resident of Beacon Hills. Stiles' life hadn't been boring since he was sixteen years old. But that's okay, he wouldn't trade it for pretty much anything at this point. ]
He's a nice guy. A little gruff, but he's a huge softie on the inside. Cries at war movies. Just compliment him on his shooting skills and ask him what he thinks of Band of Brothers and you'll be golden.
[ Stiles' mouth draws into a lopsided grin and he leans across the fence, as if he's whispering conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows.] Drove a camaro, had a leather jacket, gelled hair, the works. I was doomed. Dude's a total cradle robber and if he tells you anything else, he's lying.
[Pulling back away, he adds:] Working on my thesis. It's a process.
He's a nice guy. A little gruff, but he's a huge softie on the inside. Cries at war movies. Just compliment him on his shooting skills and ask him what he thinks of Band of Brothers and you'll be golden.
[ Stiles' mouth draws into a lopsided grin and he leans across the fence, as if he's whispering conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows.] Drove a camaro, had a leather jacket, gelled hair, the works. I was doomed. Dude's a total cradle robber and if he tells you anything else, he's lying.
[Pulling back away, he adds:] Working on my thesis. It's a process.
I'll remember that. Am I going to be expected to discuss Band of Brothers, or is being a willing audience enough?
[She grins, leaning forward to meet him, glancing towards the house behind him as he gives his summary of Derek, then looking towards her own back door. Well. She could relate.]
You know, that sounds awfully familiar. I wonder why.
[She straightens up when he does.]
I don't envy you.
[Had her life been different, college and grad school might have been possible, but as things stood? Ten years hunting and nothing else. Too bad they didn't hand out degrees for that. Or zombie raising. That would look fantastic framed on her wall.]
Any idea when you'll be able to present it?
[She grins, leaning forward to meet him, glancing towards the house behind him as he gives his summary of Derek, then looking towards her own back door. Well. She could relate.]
You know, that sounds awfully familiar. I wonder why.
[She straightens up when he does.]
I don't envy you.
[Had her life been different, college and grad school might have been possible, but as things stood? Ten years hunting and nothing else. Too bad they didn't hand out degrees for that. Or zombie raising. That would look fantastic framed on her wall.]
Any idea when you'll be able to present it?
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