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Derek Hale ([personal profile] triskeles) wrote in [community profile] potosi 2013-01-25 04:45 am (UTC)

[ Shrugging out of his jacket as he goes, Derek hangs it up on the doorknob of the hall closet as he checks the front door. Locked. The windows are all next, as he makes sure all the lights are turned off as well. (It's then that he hears movement upstairs, along with Stiles' voice, though muffled. He snorts.) Toeing his shoes off on his circuit back to the kitchen, he leaves them at the gathering of other shoes near the door, listening to the rest of the house and the woods outside.

Kitchen door locked, beer bottles taken care of, he peers into the garage before locking the door out there, too. Once he's satisfied with the downstairs, he climbs the stairs in absolute silence. By this point, as he checks in on the boys and the upstairs, Stiles will get to see his room. There's pictures on the dresser, of a younger Derek and his sister at the station, of him at school with Scott asleep in his back carrier and wolf eared hat. Then, older, with Isaac on his shoulders looking pleased with himself.

The centerpieces, though, are the two pictures with mouse eared hats featured. One is a teenaged Derek holding Scott on his shoulders and Laura beaming at the camera. The other is fairly recent, one boy seated on each arm and smiling all dimples.

They're really the only personal things openly on display. Otherwise, the room is fairly neat and simple, clothes put away and everything organized.

Derek doesn't say anything as he opens the door, just crosses his arms and leans against the frame.
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