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

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.]

[Said darling, perfect little archer makes her way out from behind Lydia holding something--a Reese's pumpkin, which she offers to Scott. Chocolate and peanut butter!]

Ready to go, Scott?

[She gives him a shy, dimpled smile. Yep, they're tooth meltingly precious.]

[ Danny shoots a glance up to Jackson briefly, almost as if telling his uncle to behave himself-- he gets a heavy, dramatic roll of the eyes back before being nudged forward-- then, once satisfied, goes to join Allison with Isaac and Scott. ]

Yep! It was my idea, but it'd be better if Uncle Jackson would play along a little better.

[ His tone implies he doesn't think that's possible. ]

You guys look super cool, though.

[ Only Lydia and Danny's insistence to wait-- even with Lydia's being for Allison's benefit-- have gotten Jackson to wait. The Halloween party is calling to them, and he's been looking at his watch every minute on the dot while they waited. ]

Let's get going-- we can talk and walk at the same time.

[ As he tucks his arm close to him, looking like a gentleman despite the haughty smirk on his face, he closes the fingers of his free hand over Lydia's. ]

Though in Stilinski's case, I don't know if that's possible.

[ Derek's false smile becomes a little more genuine with Stiles' comment, and he has to duck his head a moment to snort to himself before he actually laughs a little instead. But he just rolls his eyes with Lydia and Jackson's commentary, and doesn't comment on the bundle of scents that Stiles has become.

If he pays too close attention to that, he's going to regret it later.

Instead, he straightens and smirks at Jackson, much to his chagrine. ]

Well, if you're in such a hurry.

[ Under his breath so that only Stiles (and maybe his sons, if they're paying attention) will hear, he comments with 'hell of a lot more possible than you getting your head out of your ass.' ]

[Isaac could have tried to ignore Derek's comment- and he really would have, in favour of Danny's- but, well.

...It was kind of hilarious.

Covering his mouth, Isaac nearly doubles over, crossing his arms over his stomach.]

[Scott can't help it either- covering his mouth, he leans in toward Allison and holds her free hand.]

S-sorry, I just- dad-- thanks, Allison.

[Snorting as he keeps his mouth covered, Scott nearly shakes with laughter.]

[Stiles is much less cool about it. He literally bursts into laughter and buries his head in Derek's shoulder to try and smother it. Oh my God. When the murderdad is hilarious, it's generally one of Stiles' favorite things in the world. Especially when it comes back to Jackass.]

Pheww-- [Jesus.] For the record, I'm an expert at it.

[God, Stiles is weird. Some things never change. He's still as weird as he was in high school.

Just pursing her lips at him and the general shenanigans of the Murderpup Clan, Lydia turns with Jackson in a flip of her perfect hair.]

God knows he never shuts up.

[It's at least a little affectionate. Sure, he's weird, but he's also smart. And Lydia does enjoy his sense of humor, occasionally. When he's not being the king of losertown. She curls her fingers under Jackson's, starting her Power Female walk ahead.]

[Allison, meanwhile, squeezes Scott's hand, a little clueless and wanting to be let on the joke. Instead, she smiles and shifts her bow over her shoulder, starting to walk with him, too.]

[ Danny is with Allison on this particular moment, although he goes from giving Isaac a funny look to rolling his eyes at the Hale family, plus one. Part of him wants to know, but the rest is just going jeez.

Rather than question it, though, he reaches and tugs on Isaac's sleeve to get him moving after Allison and Scott. ]

[ The look on Jackson's face practically yells that he thinks they're all a little unstable, and infinite amounts of weird, but he just scoffs and tips his head towards Lydia. He's gotten to the point where he can tolerate Stiles, but at the same time...

God, it's Stiles. ]

Could've fooled me with all that flailing you do.

[ Though he's noticed there's been a slight lack of it since his arrival. Weird. Whatever, he just snorts softly at Lydia and lets her take the lead, falling into step with her. ]

[ Pleased with himself for getting his sons and Stiles all to laugh at Jackson's expense-- please, he can posture and act like an alpha all he wants, but even if he was a wolf Derek would still pin him into submission without breaking a sweat-- he just smirks placidly at the confused looks being sent towards them.

As everyone starts moving, though, he nudges his shoulder a little where Stiles is attached. ]

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