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

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.]

Oh, cause we're the same species now? Cool. [He tilts his head to incline the wolf hat on his head, but behind the decently quick response is the fact that his heartbeat definitely just tripled. What. What.

It's totally a joke. It's gotta be. Isaac's comment doesn't help, either, and he snorts a little, watching them run ahead and calling after.]

Seriously, too many Disney movies!

[...Jeez. It takes him a couple minutes to remember he's actually in the company of werewolves, and Stiles takes a quick, deep breath to try and calm his heartbeat.

He doesn't take his arm out of Derek's, though.]

I await the day that neither of you are nearly as charming as you are now, and you come whining to me about your awkward teenage problems.

[ Whether he awaits the day eagerly or with dread isn't specified, but he just rolls his eyes and scoffs softly at their retreating backs. His eyes track them as they move, though, making sure that they're not too far ahead and that no one's posing a problem.

It helps him keep from reacting to the way that he catches Stiles' heartbeat kicking up, and he wisely refrains from commenting on it.

Instead, he slips his hands in his jeans pockets again, keeping their arms linked as they walk along after the boys. ]

You're assuming I'll be awkward!

[Isaac is sure he won't be, anyway. Walking up the hill further, Isaac checks the map once more.]

Just a few more houses up.

Well I'm not gonna be awkward. And you'll help us when we have problems cos you're dad.

[Looking over the map with Isaac, Scott keeps watch over his shoulder, grinning at Stiles.]

Aw dude, your dad's idea of romantic advice is like bringing a deer carcass to someone's door.

[Not that he actually knows, but it's not that hard to venture a guess in the right direction. He could totally see Derek dragging a dead deer down the street and leaving it in someone's yard in a confession of love. Heh.

Grinning a little, he nodded his approval at Scott.] You should ask Miss Lydia to help you. She'll be your frickin' Glinda the Good Witch.

[ Derek doesn't assume that Isaac will be awkward so much as he just knows that one day, eventually, he is going to feel the sting of revenge. Scott, on the other hand, is basically a puppy.

He's bound to have a few awkward moments.

Slowly turning his head to look at Stiles, he raises both brows as if wondering what he's even on. ]

If I did that to you, I think your father would fire a warning shot.

Miss Lydia's weird, but okay.

[Weird because she doesn't really like Mr. Stiles, which is okay, but still weird. And because she doesn't really seem to like Scott much either, or has weird ways of showing it. But she likes Allison, so that's cool.

At the 'warning shot' comment, Scott scrunches up his nose. He doesn't think Sheriff would do that but leaving a deer carcass is a little weird.]

But dad's good at flirting. I think.

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Oh, he's good at flirting.

[Isaac shrugs, as if it's a fact.]

He's only bad at it with people we like.

And how many people do you like, exactly?

[The easiest thing to do here is deflect. Stiles isn't dumb; he knows what Derek's implying when he mentions his dad. Their arms are linked together, he's...sort of been flirting with Derek this entire time, and oh god they might actually be on a date.

He's not exactly sure when that happened. The date thing, the reciprocating feelings maybe thing. It's all very much an enigma, which is very fitting for the damn murderwolf and his murdersons.

Damnit.

Stiles' reply to Derek is measured--a little quieter, out of earshot. It takes him two seconds to know that the boys'll hear him anyway, but whatever, might as well go for broke.]

's a good thing you're Normal People Bulletproof.

They're very picky.

[ It's easier to answer that than it is to address the fact his sons are dissing on his apparent ability to flirt. Which, really, is probably fairly accurate when it comes to most people. Derek's dates with other people don't last, and he never finds them particularly interesting enough to find a steady rhythm where he can actually feel comfortable enough to flirt.

The fact that he's had a steady banter with Stiles since day one probably says something pretty damn clearly, and he should've picked up on it long before now.

He tips his head towards Stiles a bit while looking forward again, despite the fact he doesn't need to so that he can hear him. The boys will even pick up on what he says, but hopefully they won't comment in a fairly mortifying way. ]

Doesn't mean that it doesn't sting. And anyways, I'd leave something that wasn't bloody and dead.

Nooo, he'd just leave us there with flowers and have us ask you over.

[Isaac giggles a little, content with his teasing.]

And then ask Sheriff to watch us.

We're gonna have to call sheriff Granpa Stilinski, watch.

[Even Scott can't keep from snorting, burying his face in Isaac's arm before peering up over his brother's shoulder at the adults.]

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