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

[ Coming up besides their poor human, he reaches to pat him between the shoulders calmly but carefully. There's no reason to accidentally pitch him forward and onto his face, he's already suffered humiliating defeat at the hand of two elementary aged children. ]

Maybe next time, Stiles.

[ His tone implies that it probably won't happen then, either. But the image of his sons enjoying themselves, and Stiles giving them that moment, isn't one he's going to let go of any time soon. ]

[Isaac waits at the door, arms crossed proudly.]

Maybe you should try marathon training. I've heard the fastest human's about your height.

Or you could be a wolf!

[Scott puts his hands to his face, signing the sign for 'wolf', and makes a mock growl. He's playing mostly- Stiles could be part fairy and Scott'd still love the crap out of him.]

Dude, if I was a wolf, you'd still kick my butt in a race. Go, go ring the doorbell. [Giving a little push forward for Scott, Stiles takes a step back. You can't really read it on his face--it's not the first time this has been suggested, outright or otherwise, but it's the first time it's come from Scott. And sure, it's an innocent thing, but it doesn't mean it doesn't make him think about it.

Stiles doesn't want the bite. That's an absolute fact in his mind, no matter what anyone else seems to think about it. The thought makes him a little uneasy, and he jams his hands in his pockets, trying to shake it off.]

[ Not particularly surprised by the comment from Scott, Derek shifts to stand next to Stiles once the kids go up to ring the doorbell. He watches them, quiet and strangely at ease, despite the chaos of a holiday that endorses children getting sugar highs, then stomach aches. But his attention isn't on that, and is instead on the human there with them. The one that runs with wolves. ]

He's always been a wolf. It's easy for him to forget that not everyone wants the bite-- easy for both of them, I think. [ His voice is quiet enough to be kept between them, covered up by the excitement surrounding them. ] You already declined my first offer. I don't intend to make it again.

[It's cute to watch the boys--they're all teeth and smiles as they get their first round of candy and compliments on their costumes. Stiles is a little surprised there aren't any tails popping out, but relieved at the same time. That'd be hard to explain.

Listening to Derek, he plays with the long ears on the hat he's wearing, putting his fingers in the pockets.]

...trust me, I know. [It's a weighty statement; he trusts Derek, certainly more than he did when they first started, but this is something different. He's not been a threat since the first month. Even when he was terrifying looking, he was never going to give the bite for no reason.

Before the boys can turn around, he puts his hands fully in the pockets of the hat and waves them, paws out.] Besides, as awesome as a werewolf cop sounds, this is about as furry as I'm planning on getting. Somebody's got to be the token humanity around here.

[ Sometimes, Derek really wishes he could keep Scott and Isaac where they are now: happy, all dimples and wagging tails, eager to please and tease. It'd be so much easier for everyone involved if they didn't have to deal with the troubles of the world outside their pack.

But they deserve every good thing that the world outside their pack can give them, and he'll make sure they get to experience it.

He doesn't reaffirm himself further, simply nods when Stiles first replies. He's not an alpha that goes around just turning people-- there's always been a reason for the bites he's delivered. Isaac was sickly and weak when they brought him in, and he needed it. The bite made Erica's life so much easier, without fear of seizures and illness. Boyd had only ever had her in his life, and that loneliness was something that Derek wanted to alleviate just as much as his son's physical pain.

If any of them had declined his offer, he would've left it at that. Not many other alphas would do the same. ]

Werewolf cop who sidelines as a volunteer teacher. [ He extends his hand from within the folds of his cloak, touching one of Stiles' hat's ears, as if actually scritching. In the end, though, he ruffles it on his head. ] Almost too ridiculous to be real, so it's probably a good thing you're sticking with your humanity.

[The boys giggle and do as they're told, careful as usual to be polite in their greetings. Even Isaac puts on a polite smile, standing straight up when he explains their costumes to the parent at the door, and holds out their bags for a 'trick-or-treat'.

He's the first to notice Stiles's change in demeanour as they walk back, but only furrows his brow, a little confused.]

What?

[Had either of them done something? Had Derek said something?]

[Scott noticed it second, steps slowing as he approached Stiles and Derek with Isaac. He frowned as well, looking up a bit confusedly.]

Stiles? You're okay, right?

[Snapping out of it, he turns his grin down towards the boys, then taps his own chest, reassuringly.]

Serious Stark business! See, Ned here talks to wolves when he's lonely.

[Stiles grins and starts to shoo the boys on towards the next house, but he looks back over his shoulder at Derek--for a minute, his expression softens before he beckons him to follow, too.]

[ Cocking an eyebrow as Stiles uses him as a distraction, he tilts his head towards the human masquerading as a wolf and quirks a slightly aggrieved, yet amused, look.

But it softens a bit in return for Stiles' look, and Derek chuffs faintly, a sound more befitting a wolf before he follows. ]

And feels the need to offer advice to misguided wolves sometimes. We'll teach you yet, Stilinski.

[Isaac walks beside his dad, observing them both talking for a moment- and takes a moment to check the map before he scrunched up his nose.]

Does Stiles always count as a wolf? It's supposed to be funny cos they switched, but Stiles is honorary. Right?

[He looks to Scott for a moment, as if only they themselves know how to categorise who is what in their little pack.]

Stiles is always a wolf, yeah. Anybody in our pack is, that's why it's a pack.

[He contemplates it, though, because Isaac's confusion isn't completely unfounded; it isn't as if they were around when Hale pack was in its former prime.]

Sometimes wolves are just wolves here instead of like us.

[Scott pats his chest over his heart to demonstrate, pleased when Isaac gives him an affirmative response. The adults could have been long gone for all they cared- this was between brothers.]

You guys have been watching too many Disney movies.

[It's adorable, even if it's cliche. Little kids are allowed to be cliche, anyway. Gesturing at the next house on the path, Stiles abruptly looped his arm through Derek's and pulled him along behind the kids. It's a good distraction from the slight, embarrassed flush that's come up his cheeks from the admittance. ]

You should really stop skulking back there and walk with us. I might run off.

[ Derek doesn't even reprimand them for apparently thinking they're the ones in charge of categorizing and ranking the pack-- they're always right, when they talk about their packmates, so he doesn't see a point in it. Instead, he reaches out to touch Isaac's curls and give a little ruffle, before extending further and giving Scott one, as well. Confirming that, yeah, they're right.

When Stiles loops their arms together, he snaps his attention his way, almost looking a little owlish before he recovers. He's an odd mix of bemused and amused, looking down to their joined arms, then back up at Stiles. ]

As if I'd let you run off.

As if you could outrun my dad.

As if he'd want to outrun dad.

[Little shits. All of them.

But Stiles grins.]

Outran, nah. Outfox? Totally.

I don't know, I've had a couple single mothers call me the 'foxy dad.'

[ He says this with a completely straight face. ]

Daaad!

[Isaac can't prevent the burst of curl-bouncing giggles he lets out as he grabs onto Scott's arm, trying to hide his grin.
Not that the boys didn't think their dad was attractive- nooo, they knew their dad was the best-looking alpha ever. In fact, when girls tried to flirt with their dad, they weren't surprised at all.

When Derek made comments like this, however, they couldn't help but laugh. Derek rarely ever makes these kind of comments, and it's always hilarious.]

[Scott lets out a few giggles too, but he's mostly full secretive (or as secretive as Scott can get) proud preening.

Of course his dad's the most handsome alpha of all the packs in california. Wolf or human. And Scott was gonna be a strong, handsome alpha too, even if he paired with Isaac.]

[His jaw drops open for a minute, surprised--but Stiles draws his mouth into a tight line, raising his eyebrows and snorting loudly. That was definitely "daaaaaaad" worthy. Shaking his arm where they were still connected, he rolls his eyes.]

Just for that, I'm calling you that for the rest of the night and keeping you from getting any phone numbers. I'm like a reverse wingman. It's that bad.

[After a beat, he adds.] Get a move on, Foxy Hale, we've got other houses to hit.

[ How Derek manages to keep a straight face as his sons laugh at him and Stiles' jaw drops is beyond anyone, but he manages to keep the expression perfectly. Slowly, he arches an eyebrow at the reverse wingman comment, but doesn't seem bothered in the slightest bit.

In fact, that's kind of a relief. The boys can show him his haul of phone numbers from the past two years when they get back to the house. ]

You're my date for the night, anyways, Honorary Dad. [ His expression is still the same as he calmly leads them towards the next lit house. ] It'd be pretty rude of me to go around getting numbers while we're all trick-or-treating.

[Scott can't help but bite his lip, looking over at Isaac and beginning to grin. Of course he can tell his dad is joking (or trying very hard to joke) but it still gets him a little giddy.]

If it were a date I don't think either of you would be talking. In books no one's that awkward.

[He smirks back at his dad before nudging Scott, pulling him by the arm to run ahead a little.]

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