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

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.]

Dude, he might have a heart attack out of sheer joy. You have no idea how much he loves you guys. You actually listen to his sheriff stories.

[This entire conversation is freakin' surreal. Stiles keeps his attention forward too; the entire illusion that this is actually happening, his cool, everything's going to break if he makes eye contact with Derek.

That and he kind of wants to make out with him right now, and that would be ridiculously inappropriate in front of his kids.]

...and for the record, I'm not a flowers kinda guy.

To be fair, ever since they first met him one of their career choices has been police officer.

[ A part of Derek still thinks Scott will wind up going into the medical field, following in his mother's footsteps, but he's still not quite sure about Isaac. Time will only tell.

It's so much easier to think about that than it is to think about this entire conversation. The fact he's not looking at Stiles is a godsend, for the moment. ]

I didn't think you were.

Dad! You weren't supposed to tell him that.

[Almost embarrassed, Isaac busies himself with the map and fixes his costume goggles in his hair a bit.]

Where is the sheriff, anyway? Does he have to even work on halloween?

[Scott looks back over his shoulder again, watching his dad and his honorary dad, and then---]

So what should he get you instead?

[Well, someone has to ask.]

Police officer is an awesome career. Trust me. [Grinning a little stupidly, he thinks back--the Sheriff had offered fake police badges for the boys, next time he saw them. Taking out his phone, grateful for the shift in conversation, he starts to send a text to his dad.]

are you on patrol? 5th and oak

[And then, naturally, Scott brought it back up. Exhaling noisily, he shoved his hands back into the pockets of his hat, thinking. What did he like to get.

After a beat, he grins.]

Dunno. Think I'd be more impressed if it was a surprise.

Oops.

[ Derek doesn't sound very apologetic towards Isaac, honestly. But he does have the good grace to pretend to look apologetic, even as he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

With Scott's questions, he tips his head just enough to look at the side of Stiles' face while he texts.

The fact he's still looking when he grins is probably a bad thing. ]

I'll see what I can do.

I'll be right around. Wait for the siren, don't tell.

[Pouting just a bit, Isaac rolls his eyes- but doesn't seem that angry.]

You're about as sorry as I am, come on.

We'll help anyway so it won't be lame.

[Dad might be the best alpha, but sometimes he needed help. Which was okay. Taking the map when Isaac allowed him, Scott absently begins to read over it.]

[Grinning at the return message, Stiles tucks his phone back into his pocket and looks across the street to the sign reading Oak Street. For the record, he's a totally awesome Honorary Dad.

Letting the boys talk to their dad for a minute, he hangs back with Derek, waiting for the telltale sirens of his dad's arrival.]

True. Neither of us are ever really very sorry, anyways.

[ He obviously doesn't mean it as he says it, if the expression on his face says anything. Derek then turns his attention to Scott, a much better decision than staring at Stiles more, and sighs heavily. ]

Your faith in me is staggering, Scott.

Daddy, I always have faith in you, just more when we're pac-

[His speech was cut off by a loud sound, sending the boy and his brother jumping.]

[As the sheriff approached in his patrol car, he let off the warning siren, slowing down at the sidewalk next to them.]

I"m looking for a deputy-in-training Stilinski and his delinquent friends?

[Isaac nearly screeches but holds his tongue, eyes flashing gold when he jumps and grabs onto Scott's arm. Seeing the police car he almost panics- until he realises who's inside, and puts on an embarrassed pout.]

[ Though Derek's reaction is less visible compared to his boys'-- he does jolt, but it's in surprise and a tinge of pain more than anything else-- with his eyes staying that almost colorless green rather than flashing red, his arm tightens around Stiles' where they're joined together.

Resisting the urge to shake his head to get the squawk of the siren out of his ears, he raises his free hand from within the folds of the cloak and points to his side at Stiles in answer. ]

[Derek's arm tightening on his is surprising enough that it makes Stiles jump too, flailing out his other arm enough that his hat jostles around. But before he can say anything about that, Derek points at him and he drops his jaw open in a mock annoyed face, then turns to the sheriff, drawling.]

I'm calling the he who smelt it, dealt it rule, officer.

[Letting out a relieved sigh, Scott rolls his eyes.]

Sheriff, you scared us!

[His frown quickly turns into a smile, though, and he tugs Isaac along to go give the sheriff a hug.]

I'm just making sure you're not getting in trouble.

[He chuckles a little, getting out of the car and kneeling down to take the boys up in a hug before looking at Derek and Stiles, raising a brow.]

Was I interrupting?

They're pretending to be on a date.

[Isaac gives a little smirk, cupping his hands around the Sheriff's ear.]

But I think they're pretending to pretend.

Just my famous trick or treating route! Delinquents not included, we've got a couple superheroes, a nearly headless lordling aaaand the most awesome direwolf to have ever direwolfed.

[This time when his jaw drops it's not mockingly. A flush turns high in his cheeks and he shoots Isaac a look, suddenly feeling the overwhelming want to sink into the ground. Kids say the darndest things. And in front of his dad, too. At least he'd only caught the first half of Isaac's sentence, lacking that necessary super hearing.]

And no, totally not, that'd be weird. Ned didn't even want to keep the direwolves. I could have gone for a much cooler couple's costume, instead.

Not at all, sheriff.

[ While Stiles might not hear what Isaac says, Derek does, and he slowly levels his mischievous son a disgruntled look. Kids say the darnedest things his ass, Isaac knows exactly what he's doing. Scott's at least mostly innocent, but sometimes...

Sometimes what he says winds up being worse than what Isaac could, just because of how earnest it can get.

Silently, he hopes that they don't say anything else mortifying to the sheriff, even as he realizes he should probably slip his arm out of Stiles'. ]

Ned was an idiot about that. [ Well, he was. ] I really don't want to know what you could've done instead.

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oh no puppy icons

tiny baby

I cannae even.

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