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

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.

Could have been Batman and Superman instead.

[Isaac giggles at his own suggestion, leaning against the Sheriff's shoulder and clutching the map, having received it from Scott again.]

[Snorting at Isaac's suggestion, Jona pats both boys on the shoulders.]

How many comics have you been reading, son? And I thought they were already on dates. My mistake.

[Ruffling the boys' hair, he gets to his feet.]

Heading for Ms. Martin's?

Yeah, we're gonna meet up with Allison and Danny!

[Leaning close to the Sheriff's legs, he puts his hands behind his back, trying to look innocent. Hey, it's not his fault Sheriff thought that saying daddy liked Stiles meant they were dating.]

Oh my God, Daaaaad. [Now it's Stiles' turn for the obnoxious whining but come on, the Sheriff has had twenty some odd years to embarrass his son. You think he'd learn not to do it eventually.

Groaning, he stuffs his other hand in his pocket, still not moving the other, incriminating arm, and rocks on his heels a little.]

Lydia's mom gets the full size candy bars, don't you remember? Since I was a kid. [And what a nightmare of a sugar high that had been.] So we're meeting up with them there.

Stiles keeps giving them issues.

[ Which, nice as it is for his sons, Derek thinks he should cut back on. His living room turns into a warzone when the boys decide to reinact canon scenes and create their own. Not that that didn't happen already, but cushions weren't used with such determination before then.

He sighs heavily with the dating comment, wanting to steer away from it. But he can't resist one last comment. ]

We haven't actually gone on any dates yet. [ If he can embarrass Stiles, it makes his night so much easier. ] And I'll make sure to return him to you without a sugar high, Sheriff.

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'Much as I appreciate that, I doubt you'll manage to.

[Patting the boys's shoulders, he grins down at them.]

You boys'll have to watch Stiles for me. And if I can watch the boys when you're actually on a date, you let me know.

[You can't slip anything past a father, alright.]

As long as you all aren't doing anything I wouldn't approve of, I'll let you all get back to trick-or-treating.

Of course we'll watch him. We always watch him when he comes over and dad leaves.

Yeah, we're great babysitters.

[Scott giggles, bouncing on his heels.]

Next time Sheriff has to come with us, though.

Y--hey! I haven't needed a babysitter since I was like six, thank you very much. [His sitter had been Scott's mother, long before Scott was born; Stiles had adored her. Luckily, the boys were a good distraction from Derek's little comment, but he'd definitely heard it, just didn't have time to properly react. Instead, he tucked it away quietly in the Things to Ask About Later corner of his mind, reaching his hands out towards the boys.]

We're well behaved, gimme back my charges.

[Except he really can't keep the grin from spreading on his face. Yet. Yet is an awesome word.]

I cannae even.

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