Of course you are. [ No, he absolutely isn't. Derek watches his face as he straightens back, scanning it before suddenly there's a press of fingers along his face. Almost immediately, he scrunches, much like he does when they're both in more four-legged forms. Just because he has a human face doesn't mean his wolfish expressions don't end. ] Should I be taking that as a compliment?
[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
I mean, I would be, if I didn't have some jerk faoladh throwing me around all the time, messing up my game. How am I supposed to keep people on their toes, huh? You won't let me do my job. [ he grabs derek's cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, tugging them gently before patting his hands against them. stiles is goofy even in his most serious moments, but that's kind of in the job description of a puca.
dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
You do your job just fine with me policing it and making sure some hapless villager isn't stuck in a well with a cow somehow. [ Gaze exasperated as his face is pinched and tugged, Derek still allows for it to happen, entire face scrunching up again with the pat. Why he's so fond of such an obnoxious puca, he'll never know, but he's not really complaining too much right now.
Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.
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[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
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dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
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Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.