[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.
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.
[ 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.
[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.
[ 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.
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.]
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. ]
[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.]
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.]
[ 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. ]
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[His speech was cut off by a loud sound, sending the boy and his brother jumping.]
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I"m looking for a deputy-in-training Stilinski and his delinquent friends?
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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. ]
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I'm calling the he who smelt it, dealt it rule, officer.
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Sheriff, you scared us!
[His frown quickly turns into a smile, though, and he tugs Isaac along to go give the sheriff a hug.]
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[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?
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[Isaac gives a little smirk, cupping his hands around the Sheriff's ear.]
But I think they're pretending to pretend.
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[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.
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[ 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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[Isaac giggles at his own suggestion, leaning against the Sheriff's shoulder and clutching the map, having received it from Scott again.]
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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?
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[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.]
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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.
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[ 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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[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.
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[Scott giggles, bouncing on his heels.]
Next time Sheriff has to come with us, though.
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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.]
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[ 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.
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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!
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[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.]
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[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.
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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?
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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. ]
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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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god damn that icon
and this one?
swoons
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