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“What is your guys fascination with this loft?”
At least this time it wasn't the noise that brought him here. Even the science-fiction writer, who he falsely took for a drug dealer asked if he could have a talk with the loud people that invade Derek's apartment all the time. As a man of the law and all, he could have a word with them.
Imagine my surprise to see the lights on. Although Derek's not even in town right now.”
Figures that Derek was right to be skeptical about finding a steady job anytime soon and about having a couple of normal, calm weeeks. The last case wasn't even solved for 24 hours when Braeden came asking for assistance. It turned out that the minor vermin problem was a major one. Something about a horde... a nest... well, a bunch of wendigos a couple of towns over. It's just his kind of luck to start dating someone who has to leave town the following day. Derek couldn't even tell him when he might be back.
Stiles speaks up from his place in the circle. “He asked us to house-sit while he's gone.” Unsurprisingly it's a lie.
“I'm pretty sure I'm the only one with a key here.” By the way, where's the plant he's supposed to take care of? He should take that sad looking thing downstairs. It can bond with Dorian about being neglected by him. “Try again. How about the truth?”
“We're trying to get to know each other. These are the ones that decided to stay in Beacon Hills,” Scott says gesturing around the room. Well, that explains the new faces at least.
While 80% of what comes out of Stiles' mouth is a lie or a a sarcastic remark, Scott seems incapable of speaking the untruth. Maybe that's a requirement for being a true Alpha. Not that Deaton is very forthcoming with sharing his knowledge on that topic. It's not his fault that he finds it suspiciously convenient that the one person with the potential of becoming a special alpha was the employee of Beacon Hills' sketchy Rupert Giles even before he was bitten by a werewolf.
“And there was no other place to sit around in a circle to share your life stories?” Is that a talking stick in Kira's hands? “What about a campfire in the woods? It's not like you have to be afraid of being attacked by a wild animal.”
Some pleading and promises to not break anything he relents. “But next time you ask before you invade someones home.”
He takes the plant that looks healthier after being alone for some days than all the time Derek has been fussing over it. At the door he addresses the newbie he already met twice. “I hope you fixed your backlight. The next deputy to stop you because of it, won't be so forgiving about taking a shot to the gut.”
That's not how he imagined his life in his twenties. Being the responsible adult for teenager in a town with supernatural creatures.
Loving the talking circle in your apt.
do i wanna know
Probably not!
How's it going?
slow
Any idea when you'll be back?
That's not too clingy, is it? It's a normal question. He's just wondering.
next week
maybe
hope so
He's glad that he's not the only one hopes for a quick return of his... boyfriend?
miss you
Miss you too.
Be safe.
His life is not what he imagined. He at least would have never thought that he would be dating a werewolf. But he wouldn't change it. For all the problems that are surely still to come, he's happier than he's been in a long time.
feed the fish
And Dorian is happy too. Finally there is a person in his life that knows that he can't life solely off on love and sunshine.