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

[ 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. ]

[Isaac rolls his eyes again, still grinning, and nods.]

Sorry. Just, remembered something, is all.

[He hurries after Allison and Scott, nudging Danny with his elbow and showing him Stiles's map.]

Stiles drew this up for us to follow. Annnd I get to keep directions because Stiles is Stiles.

Sorry, Allison.

[He leans over to her, whispering in her ear.

'Dad just made a joke about Mister Jackson being a jerk is all.'

He straightens up then, looking back at Isaac]

You should prooobably be up front if you're keeping directions?

[Right, moving. Tearing himself away from Derek's shoulder--and really, it was a tear, he pretty much could have stayed there all night. Some days it was harder to push away his stupid little crush and today it had been downright impossible.

Anyway. Pushing forward, Stiles puts his other hand in his pocket and shooes Isaac forward with the map and a "lead the way!", he merrily shoots Jackson a not so nice gesture and adjusts his hat with one hand, following along.]

[Lydia does, however, let Isaac run in front of her in order to lead her troupe. She's got a quiet fondness for kids, especially now that they've gotten older, and really, 2 kids (a boy and a girl, obviously) were a part of her life plan. Trick or treating and seeing Jackson's fathering instincts come out?

Well there was definitely nothing wrong with that, either. She gives Jackson's arm a gentle squeeze as they make their way up to the first house.]

[Allison giggles appropriately at the joke--her Uncle Jackson's a little weird sometimes, but he's never been rude to her. (In fact he's probably her favorite uncle.)

Even so, she reaches for Scott's hand to hold it shyly.]

Sometimes Aunt Lyd does that too.

[ It's a bad sign when he doesn't want Stiles to move away, but Derek simply holds back the urge to reach and pull him to his side again. Not in front of the boys-- who would give him smug looks-- or the rest of their newly gained posse. No, he'll wait until later for that.

He still walks close, though, shoulder and arm brushing Stiles' with what is almost every other step. ]

[ Danny doesn't hesitate to nudge Isaac back, checking out the map before he laughs at Scott's commentary. ]

Yeah, fearless leader. C'mon, up front.

[ He turns, however, and inclines his head almost secretively towards Scott and Allison. ]

Even I do that to Uncle Jackson.

Don't go too far ahead.

[ It's an immediate command, though there's no sharpness to his voice as Jackson gives it. His eyes are tracking Danny the most, with Allison a close second, but he keeps watch of the Hale boys, too. As they've gotten older, and he became Danny's godfather and uncle, he's...

Well, that fondness for kids isn't just on Lydia's end, as much as he tries to act aloof about it.

He brushes his thumb across her knuckles gently as the kids head up towards the house, the corner of his mouth twitching a little as if he's trying to keep a straight face. ]

Alright, alright, don't you guys trust me? If you keep badgering I'll let Stiles get us lost.

[Scott grins as he takes Allison's hand, clearly not shy about it at all. She's the prettiest girl in their grade, okay. Holding her hand is great.]

Stiles won't get us lost. I'll help him.

I have an awesome sense of direction, thanks. And if I don't, I can always count on Scott. [Grinning, he reaches forward to ruffle Scott's hair between his fingers, muttering a "go get her, tiger!" quiet enough for only the lycanthropes among them to hear before pulling back.

Ah, young love.]

Get me some sour patch kids!

[Allison eagerly squeezes Scott's hand as they approach the door and hits the doorbell--she's the first one to chirp, holding out her bag.]

Trick or treat!

[ Danny just grins at Isaac, doubting that he'd get them lost on Halloween. Not when there's so much candy to be had. Once they're at the door, though, he readjusts his tie before holds out his bag and echos Allison with a trick-or-treat! of his own. ]

[ For a moment, as the kids all go up to receive their candy and praise, Derek has to consider Stiles. All of Beacon Hills is considered Hale territory, as well as some of the reserve that makes up the area around legal Hale property. If he ever got lost anywhere in it now? ]

If you got lost, we'd find you.

[ He's still looking ahead towards the house, calm and quiet as he says it. ]

[Isaac rolls his eyes at Stiles's comment to his brother, but nonetheless shoves Scott away from him and toward Allison and stands at Danny's side, echoing the other kids's calls.]

[A'ight, guys, he gets it. Jeez, you're embarrassing.

He too joins in the children's chorus, thanking the parents when their treats are given, and leads the rest of the kids back, of course.]

I know.

[He says that confidently, not looking at Derek, either--the moment has a lot more weight than he's really ready to admit to himself, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, looking at it. It's all the words he really needs, and he ruffles Scott's hair as he comes back, grinning at him and glad for the distraction.]

Good haul, or no?

[Allison reports with her candy by shifting through her bag and slipping up to Jackson, handing him a snickers bar with a sweet, dimpled smile, before skipping back over with Scott.]

[ Jackson arches an eyebrow down at Allison as he's given the candy bar, but it's good-natured and proven as such when he takes it in one hand, setting the other on the top of her head before she goes running off. He opens the wrapper, tipping his head beyond the house they're congregated in front of. ]

All right, next house.

[ And the next, and the next, and a party with even more candy, before Danny is allowing his godfather to take his and Allison's candy bags from them to pass over to Lydia for a moment. He yawns notably, but still gets in a goodbye to Isaac and Scott before uncle Jackson is picking him up in one arm and scooping Allison up in the other. ]

Bye guys. [ And an additional wave is offered over Jackson's shoulder, as he props his chin on it. ]

[ Derek finds himself also collecting a sleepy passenger in the form of Scott, lifting him up easily (but carefully, making sure not to damage his wings or get one in the face) and propping him on his hip. Even at seven, he's easy to manage and carry. They've had years to get this routine down, and Scott's always been small.

He leaves Isaac, knowing that he'd only get cranky if he tried to pick him up. He's at that stage where his pride only worsens with exhaustion, and the only way he'd be able to carry him was if he was out cold. ]

[With enough candy obtained to have the boys (and probably Stiles) on sugar highs for the next month and a half, the general mission of Halloween had been a total success. Three out of the four children were more or less out of commission, and as Stiles says his last goodbyes to Lydia, he hefts Scott's candy bag over his shoulder and turns towards their little party.

Derek's a natural, and he grins a little before looking at Isaac, and wordlessly offers his hand to him. It's not a big deal or a big gesture, but it's something, and he's practically holding his breath to see if he'll accept.]

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skips lydia because she's probably just rolling her eyes

Jackson is too so.

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how do I into small child

we ought to have some sort of timeskip :|a

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