and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[hypercompetent]

[He didn't bother dignifying Derek's first comment, instead just rolling his eyes dramatically--after all, what the boys said next was a little more important. It seemed like a teasing comment at first, but Scott confirming it made his stomach squirm a little until his chest felt warm. It's hard to imagine that from where they started, they'd gotten to this point, but hell. At this point, Stiles is pretty much 1000% ready to take on the title.

The warm fuzzies are enough to have him grinning from ear to ear, and as he's shooed away, he wraps both his arms around the boys and kneels between them, tugging them in close.]

I'm an honorary liason from kid to dad. I can translate. Cheese!

[triskeles]

[ Pausing as he turns the phone over in his hands, Derek looks over towards Isaac as he questions them-- cheekily, the brat-- before he slides his glance to Scott. He seems to be considering their words quietly for a moment, expression blank while he does. It's not particularly farfetched, if one simply thinks about it and looks back at Stiles' steadily increasing involvement in their lives. Hell, even he can't argue with it.

That's something he's going to have to assess later.

For now, he figures out Stiles' camera function on the phone, rolling his eyes and holding it up to get a good angle. ]

How appropriate. [ But that's his only comment, as he takes the picture of the three of them. ]

[claustrophobe]

[Isaac grins for the picture, reaching over to pull Stiles's hat over his eyes once the picture's taken- teasingly, of course, before looking between Derek and Stiles.]

So next we get one of you, right?

[puppyface]

One more picture and then we'll go. Dad and Stiles!

[Scott bounces a little impatiently. He knows they'll get to trick-or-treating eventually, but that doesn't mean he isn't excited to show of his and Isaac's costumes and trick-or-treat.]

[hypercompetent]

[As he fixes his hat back over his eyes, he looks down at the boys. Isaac is on his full game of conniving today. If he wasn't so damn cute it'd be really concerning.

Smiling a little lopsidedly, he steps back towards Derek, hand out for his phone.]

You heard the kid. Facebook awaits.

[triskeles]

[ The look that Derek levels Isaac is one of his finer ones-- a mashup of exasperated, amused, and his typical frown-- before he just sighs through his nose again and shrugs his shoulders. He feels like he's being Parent Trapped right now. ]

If you put this on Facebook, we're going to have a problem.

[ But instead of giving Stiles his phone back, he calmly reaches forward to snag him by his own cloak, pulling him closer. Once within proper range, he slips his arm around Stiles' shoulders and brings him in while holding the phone out to take a picture of both of them.

Well, if he's being Parent Trapped... ]

Say cheese.

[claustrophobe]

Ew, mushy picture, really?

[The mischievous pup laughs before darting ahead to the forest path leading to the main road and neighbourhood, beckoning for Scott to follow him. He knows that's where he should drop the teasing- he's a bit of a punk, but not stupid, and doesn't have a deathwish (or rather, a wish to turn his father into a pile of embarrassment).]

[puppyface]

[Giggling along with Isaac, Scott follows him, holding his brother's hand. Turning a little as they hurry ahead, he grins back at the two young adults at the porch.]

Sloooowpoookes! Hey! We're gonna get there without you!

[Scott still makes Isaac wait with him before the path turns, practically wiggling with excitement. Halloween was one of the best holidays, and the fact they got to spend it as a bigger pack... that was better.]

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles can't help it; at Isaac's comment, he snorts, just as the picture takes--he's laughing, pressed into Derek and grinning about a mile wide. It's a good picture, especially for the Myspace angle that it's at. The boys take off and he doesn't quite get a chance to admire it; with a crow of 'coming!', he runs off after Scott and Isaac.

Time to be an honorary kid for a little while.]

[triskeles]

[ Knowing that he doesn't have to shout after either of the boys, Derek instead focuses his attention on the camera as the picture takes. He does, however, pretend that he isn't aware of the fact that he's smiling with a bit of teeth in it before Stiles goes running off.

His pace is much more reserved as he follows after them, prepared to spend the evening watching over three kids instead of just two.

Not that he minds, but he's not going to admit to that. ]