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

Stiles, I feel like I'm babysitting you every time we're together.

[ Still, Derek extended his free hand out to mimic Stiles, beckoning his sons back towards them. They had a whole neighborhood to scope out, bags of candy to fill up. More awkward commentary to suffer through.

But with what was essentially the sheriff's blessing, it had a few thoughts running through his head. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. ]

I'll keep you updated. Happy Halloween, sir.

[Grinning as he leaned against Derek's leg, Isaac waves goodbye to the sheriff, looking up at his dad after.

That was pretty good, dad. That was almost a real asking him out on a date. Babysteps. He's proud of you.]

Bye, sheriff! Happy halloween!

Bye, Sheriff!

[Scott turns to Stiles's side, gently pulling his arm so that he has to wave with the paw of his hat. With a bit of a giggle he waves his own hand, bouncing on his heels again.]

Make sure to call me if you need anything.

[Reaching over, he ruffles the ears of his son's hat, and gives him a small grin.]

Don't give these boys and their father any trouble, alright?

[With that he gets back in his patrol car, reaches over to the passenger's seat, and tosses them a few glowsticks before starting the car.]

Stay safe, you four.

They're the ones who give me trouble. [Quirking a fond grin back at his dad, he waves with his paw, as Scott pushes him to do, then scrambles to catch the glowsticks.

Impress the murderpups with your dad's job, check. Secure an almost maybe sort of kind of date with the DILF from down the street, check. Get a ridiculous amount of candy and use your Adult Powers to not have a massive sugar crash like said adorable murderpups and maybe even stay around long enough for coffee or a beer afterwards?

In progress.

So it's not a ten year plan, but it's working better than anything else he's tried before. Grinning at his dad as he heads off, he clears his throat loudly towards Isaac, offering his pawhand to Scott.]

The map, Cannonball?

[ If Derek were privy to this checklist, he would amend the currently in progress portion of it. However, as he's not, he simply sets his hand on the top of Isaac's head as he leans against him. Looking down at him when he feels him look up, he huffs a quiet laugh and ruffles at his curls.

Thank you, son. He appreciates that. It makes things a lot easier.

As the attention is brought to their route again, he slides a look over towards Stiles and quirks an eyebrow. The run-in with the sheriff went better than he could've expected, since he made an (not entirely) unexpected ally in his Honorary Dad's father. ]

Stiles, I haven't changed the map since you last looked and we definitely aren't at Lydia's yet.

[Isaac rolls his eyes, giving Derek a look that says 'you're the one that likes him.']

Keep going that way.

[Scott can't resist giving a laugh at Isaac's response, but is at least kind enough to tug at Stiles's arm to lead him.]

Come on, they're waiting on us!

[Even Stiles snorts good naturedly, rolling his eyes and holding up his free hand. Isaac is almost as sarcastic as he is. It's probably why Stiles likes him so much. The tug brings him forward, including the arm that's still loosely wrapped around Derek's.]

Hey, 'm just saying, you're the keeper of the map and I'm the mere mortal. Uh. Direwolf.

[ Derek shrugs helplessly back at Isaac, with a look that pretty much translates to 'thank god he's pretty.' Slight roll of his head included, before he gets brought forward along with Stiles.

His arm tightens, briefly, before he falls in step again with him and he can loosen up without worrying about getting separated. ]

Wolves tend to have keen senses of direction, Stiles. They have to, if they're going to navigate their territories.

Exactly. So, we kind of have this down, Stiles. You've gotta keep up to be a good member of pack.

[He looks back up at Derek, makes eye contact, and rolls his eyes. Seriously, dad, he barely has that going for him. He needs to step up his game to be an alpha.]

We were almost there anyway! He's not that bad.

[Well, at least one wolf'll take it easy on Stiles. Usually.]

Scott gets me.

[Squeezing Scott's hand emphatically, he grins one of their Secret Grins at him, then returns his attention back to the front, keeping an eye out for the strawberry blonde curls he could probably pick out of an airplane.]

I'm on my werewolf training wheels.

[ He returns the eyeroll to his eldest son, setting his hand at the back of his neck and giving a little squeeze. It's not enough to be a scruff, but more of a reassuring gesture to back up Stiles' joke. They'll teach him, all right.

It'll just take a while. ]

Don't worry, you'll figure it out eventually.

We hope so, anyway. If not you'll probably never be more than a gamma.

[And that was so not what they were going for, alright. At the gesture he straightens up a little, though, pouting just a little at his father.]

He won't be a gamma. Stiles is the smartest! He'll get there.

[Where exactly, he wasn't saying.]

[Allison is sitting on the hill with Lydia when she hears a familiar group of voices coming up the hill. She nearly drops her bow out of excitement and scrambles up into a standing position, her braid swinging over her shoulder as she hurries out a few feet and shyly waves at Scott, all dimples and smiles.]

Scott! Isaac!

[Before Stiles has much time to ponder whatever Scott and Isaac were suggesting, he gets distracted. And of course he gets distracted, who wouldn't get distracted, when Lydia Martin's waiting for you near the top of the hill, holding hands with Allison Argent, seven years old and dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. Lydia herself is in a slinky dress--the picture of a Bond Girl, red lips, a killer smile, and armed more or less with the feminist bible memorized. She's not as visibly enthusiastic as Allison, but she purses her lips as the group approaches, eyeing Stiles and Derek's arm before releasing Allison's hand to let her hurry to see Scott.

Hope you can feel her judging you, boys.]

[ Next to the femme fatale and her braided companion are two of the slickest gentlemen you'll ever see, although one is much shorter and far more adorable than the other. Danny grins wide when they catch sight of the Hales and their plus one, all dimples as he stops fiddling with the tie that's tucked under his sweater vest. His hair is ruffled, sort of an organized chaos, but perched on top of his head for the moment is a pair of fake glasses.

He nearly knocks them off waving to Isaac and Scott. ]

Hi guys!

[ Behind him and closer to Lydia is Jackson, who is the picture perfect definition of James Bond, all slick hair and sleek suit. He doesn't look particularly impressed, either, which is an added bonus.

He tilts his head towards Lydia, briefly, as his eyes land on Derek and Stiles. He snorts, head bobbing with the sound, but he doesn't say anything. Just rolls his eyes. ]

[ That is the exact moment that Derek knows tonight's going to be... interesting. Rather than greet either of the adults with words, though, he bares his teeth in a false smile at Jackson in response to his snort and eyeroll. Essentially daring him to say something in front of four children. ]

Allison! Danny!

[Grinning as wide as he can, Scott bites his lip and waves back at both of them, shifting a little shyly. He looks to Isaac, reaching back to fix his own scarlet wings, and bounces on his toes.]

Katniss- and... Who's Mister Jackson?

I think he's trying to be James Bond, cos Danny's totally Q.

[With a grin of his own, Isaac shoves his hands in his pockets and smirks.]

We're Cannonball and Icarus. Hey, Danny, Allison.

[Snorting quietly, Stiles raises his eyebrows at Jackson, muttering a 'he'd make a better Goldfinger' just loud enough for Derek to hear, then catches Lydia's Patented Judging Stare.

Damn, she's still beautiful. Twenty years of pining over her and she's still the most gorgeous thing on two legs. But twenty years of pining were also like six years of Jackson and Lydia being a thing, and eventually, Stiles had managed to stop seeing Lydia as a perfect goddess, with the right mix of gorgeous beauty and ridiculous sadism, and saw her more as a person--they became friends, too similar to be completely compatible.

But damn, she was still hot as a goddess. That is so unfair to him and his already overwired hormones. He doesn't need to look at her to imagine her expression, one perfectly groomed eyebrow raised to show her interest in the whole sort-of-not-really-kind-of-yes date thing he was involved in right now.

Heck yes. He's totally on a sort of not really kind of date, Lydia. Read it and weep. Managing an awkward, three fingered wave and a grin, he leans backwards, rocking on his heels a little. ]

Sorry we're late, we got stopped by the police.

Fashion or otherwise.

[Lydia's lips quirk up a little--shrugging her shoulders just slightly, she reaches for Jackson's arm, wrapping her slim fingers in the crook of his elbow. They have a Halloween party to be getting to; in all honesty, it says a lot that she's waited around for them.

It's mostly because of her darling, perfect Allison, who is Lydia's favorite person in the entire world.]

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