So it's a Blockbuster without you having to leave home. [ That's a solid indicator of when Derek was at his prime as a man, really. His eyes focus on the screen with keen interest, missing the look that Stiles sends his way. But as he moves around, his attention flicks back to him and he watches him move, feels the soft weight of the quilt across him.
A soft chuff leaves him, and he turns to lay on his stomach again. His tail flicks to the side, legs moving to frame Stiles' at one side as he lays close to him, sharing his warmth and getting comfortable. But he can't help the temptation of resting his head atop Stiles', never putting the full weight of it down as he peers down at the computer while his companion goes through movies. ] Reservoir Dogs is older.
Oh my god, dude, you're like a dinosaur. Blockbuster has been out of business for years. [ Stiles can't help but laugh, because the Blockbuster hasn't been open since before his mom passed away, and he grins, openly amused. It helps give him at least a sort of age for Fao, and the image of him watching VHS tapes is something he can't really get out of his head.
There's light pressure on his head as he realizes that Derek's using him as a chinrest, but he apparently doesn't mind. In fact, if you were looking carefully, you'd see his ears turning a little red. It's comfortable and warm, like being wrapped in about a thousand blankets, and the teenager flicks to Inglorious Basterds and clicks play. ] You've got a whole shitload to catch up on. I hope you're ready for enough fake blood to make Freddy Krueger queasy.
[ And if Stiles shifts in a little closer to him, well, he's just cold. ]
Really? [ There's a frown in his voice, but he doesn't sound particularly annoyed at being compared to a dinosaur. He knows he's been here for nearly a decade, and it means missing out on a lot, even if he could very well investigate the world outside the forest, but he knows better. Very little could excuse a giant beast bigger than a bear in the midst of a town he hasn't seen in ages. ] Probably because of this.
[ A small rumble builds in his throat and chest, vibrating a little where he's resting his head, something amused instead of ominous or threatening. He's comfortable, and doesn't want to move from where he's settled now. It puts them closer, letting them share the quilt easier, and it means that Stiles won't end up rattling from the cold. ] I don't seem to have a choice in the matter, anyways.
Exactly because of this. Why leave your house when the Blockbuster is literally in your house? It's awesome. [ Stiles hits play and wiggles a little underneath Derek, like he's getting comfortable, before crossing his arms and dropping his chin down on them so he can watch more comfortably.
This is sounding like a good weekend. Spending time with Fao and watching movies, maybe going through the spellbook again, touching up his runes. Honestly, it's so normal it's almost a little weird, that he's basically cuddling with the wolf beast who lives in the burnt out house in the middle of the forest.
(But Stiles kind of loves him a little, so maybe that's okay.) ] You don't. I mean, I guess you can pick the next movie if you want, but I'm educating your sorely lacking pop culture center.
Well if it's cheaper. [ Derek lets Stiles move around under him, but decides to shift somewhat himself before he gets too comfortable. He slips one foreleg/forearm underneath Stiles' crossed arms, pillowing him further before he curls the other in front of the first. He's essentially completely enveloping the human that's basically cuddled up to him, and it's the most comfortable he's been in years.
It's a good thing, he thinks to himself, that Stiles' wards are so much stronger now than they'd been in the beginning. Should Jennifer decide to return to interrupt a peaceful weekend, Stiles should be able to sense her before she even gets close enough to cause trouble. He just hopes she decides not to, because he... almost needs this, at this point.
(Needs Stiles, but he focuses on his words instead of that.) ] I wouldn't know what to pick in the first place. Spaceballs or something equally out there.
Aw, dude, I love that movie! [ Wow, Fao's got good taste in movies, too? It kind of brings up a weird thought, that in all actuality, he doesn't know that much about Fao. He doesn't even know the guy's name (but to be fair, Fao doesn't know his name either)--just that he was cursed by a friggin witch. It makes the cogs in his brain start moving, and he stares at the movie for a few minutes, chewing it over.
Stiles drops his cheek against the arm offered to him and chews it over, pondering. ] Do you have a favorite? Or had one, I guess.
Mel Brooks is the definition of funny. [ Which is saying something because Derek pretends to not have much of a sense of humor most of the time. Give him ten years of misery and it's pretty easy for it to disappear, until a certain quick-witted teenager weasels his way into the nooks and crannies of his life.
Eyes focused on the movie, head still resting on top of Stiles', he tracks the movements on the computer while Stiles seems to fall into silence for a little while. But he knows him by now, so he just waits him out while he watches the movie, ears perked forward with interest. ] I don't know. I used to read more than I watched TV or anything. I liked sports and action movies, though.
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A soft chuff leaves him, and he turns to lay on his stomach again. His tail flicks to the side, legs moving to frame Stiles' at one side as he lays close to him, sharing his warmth and getting comfortable. But he can't help the temptation of resting his head atop Stiles', never putting the full weight of it down as he peers down at the computer while his companion goes through movies. ] Reservoir Dogs is older.
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There's light pressure on his head as he realizes that Derek's using him as a chinrest, but he apparently doesn't mind. In fact, if you were looking carefully, you'd see his ears turning a little red. It's comfortable and warm, like being wrapped in about a thousand blankets, and the teenager flicks to Inglorious Basterds and clicks play. ] You've got a whole shitload to catch up on. I hope you're ready for enough fake blood to make Freddy Krueger queasy.
[ And if Stiles shifts in a little closer to him, well, he's just cold. ]
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[ A small rumble builds in his throat and chest, vibrating a little where he's resting his head, something amused instead of ominous or threatening. He's comfortable, and doesn't want to move from where he's settled now. It puts them closer, letting them share the quilt easier, and it means that Stiles won't end up rattling from the cold. ] I don't seem to have a choice in the matter, anyways.
[ But he doesn't sound annoyed about it. ]
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This is sounding like a good weekend. Spending time with Fao and watching movies, maybe going through the spellbook again, touching up his runes. Honestly, it's so normal it's almost a little weird, that he's basically cuddling with the wolf beast who lives in the burnt out house in the middle of the forest.
(But Stiles kind of loves him a little, so maybe that's okay.) ] You don't. I mean, I guess you can pick the next movie if you want, but I'm educating your sorely lacking pop culture center.
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It's a good thing, he thinks to himself, that Stiles' wards are so much stronger now than they'd been in the beginning. Should Jennifer decide to return to interrupt a peaceful weekend, Stiles should be able to sense her before she even gets close enough to cause trouble. He just hopes she decides not to, because he... almost needs this, at this point.
(Needs Stiles, but he focuses on his words instead of that.) ] I wouldn't know what to pick in the first place. Spaceballs or something equally out there.
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Stiles drops his cheek against the arm offered to him and chews it over, pondering. ] Do you have a favorite? Or had one, I guess.
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Eyes focused on the movie, head still resting on top of Stiles', he tracks the movements on the computer while Stiles seems to fall into silence for a little while. But he knows him by now, so he just waits him out while he watches the movie, ears perked forward with interest. ] I don't know. I used to read more than I watched TV or anything. I liked sports and action movies, though.