[ Hm. Derek stares at Stiles for minute or two too long, somehow still all spooky and mean even when he's surrounded by candy in the late afternoon light. It must be pretty unnerving to have somebody watch you eat, but Derek doesn't seem to care. He just - watches Stiles as he picks through his gummi worms, contrasting all of Stiles' high-energy emoting with just nothing. It takes a second or two before he diverts his attention back to the bed and starts going through the rest of his shit, unpacking food and setting it on the mattress for later.
He fishes out his laptop and sets it up, then just - sits on Stiles' bed, legs crossed and expression stony. It doesn't look like he's going to engage with Stiles anymore; he's happy just sitting with a too-small laptop in his lap looking like an angry troll, typing slower than most people type at 22 as he messages a friend and apparently just browses this version of America's reddit. A few minutes pass. And then a few minutes more. He talks again, eventually, looking up from the screen to stare at Stiles. ]
How are things... feeling... so far. For you. Here.
no subject
[ That's a yes, apparently. ]
Or until you make me fucking murder you.
[ Hm. Derek stares at Stiles for minute or two too long, somehow still all spooky and mean even when he's surrounded by candy in the late afternoon light. It must be pretty unnerving to have somebody watch you eat, but Derek doesn't seem to care. He just - watches Stiles as he picks through his gummi worms, contrasting all of Stiles' high-energy emoting with just nothing. It takes a second or two before he diverts his attention back to the bed and starts going through the rest of his shit, unpacking food and setting it on the mattress for later.
He fishes out his laptop and sets it up, then just - sits on Stiles' bed, legs crossed and expression stony. It doesn't look like he's going to engage with Stiles anymore; he's happy just sitting with a too-small laptop in his lap looking like an angry troll, typing slower than most people type at 22 as he messages a friend and apparently just browses this version of America's reddit. A few minutes pass. And then a few minutes more. He talks again, eventually, looking up from the screen to stare at Stiles. ]
How are things... feeling... so far. For you. Here.
[ hm. ]