Awesome. Whatever, the kitchen staff already thinks I'm nuts. [ That sounds better than fresh little rabbits, at least, and Stiles looks down when he makes a noise. At least he seems to be okay enough to walk.
He turns his attention from Scott, to Deaton, then lets out a steely sigh, and hurries to catch up with the huge wolf, grabbing his bag from the door on the way out. ] See you later, Scott. I guess.
[ One tentative hand comes down to curl in his ruff as they walk, like Stiles wants to make sure he's steady, and he mutters to himself. ] My dad is gonna killl meeee..
Yeah, well, they also listen to you. So I guess they like it? [ Scott just smiles at him supportively, all sunshine and puppies turning his hand over to pat the back of it against his best friend's shoulder in an attempt to keep even more soot from getting on him. It mostly works, thankfully. Deaton just raises a hand good naturedly to bid him goodbye, smiling that smile of his. ] See you.
[ Derek doesn't even glance back at them, resolutely keeping his focus forward as he forces his legs to move, working like unsteady pistons as he goes.
But as he feels Stiles' hand, he turns his head just slightly to look at him. Another faint sound of amusement escapes him, but he slows his long-legged and massive gait to walk close to him. It's like he's answering. Probably. ]
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He turns his attention from Scott, to Deaton, then lets out a steely sigh, and hurries to catch up with the huge wolf, grabbing his bag from the door on the way out. ] See you later, Scott. I guess.
[ One tentative hand comes down to curl in his ruff as they walk, like Stiles wants to make sure he's steady, and he mutters to himself. ] My dad is gonna killl meeee..
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all sunshine and puppiesturning his hand over to pat the back of it against his best friend's shoulder in an attempt to keep even more soot from getting on him. It mostly works, thankfully. Deaton just raises a hand good naturedly to bid him goodbye, smiling that smile of his. ] See you.[ Derek doesn't even glance back at them, resolutely keeping his focus forward as he forces his legs to move, working like unsteady pistons as he goes.
But as he feels Stiles' hand, he turns his head just slightly to look at him. Another faint sound of amusement escapes him, but he slows his long-legged and massive gait to walk close to him. It's like he's answering. Probably. ]