[ Seeing the flash of vermillion after hearing the burst of laughter, Derek knows exactly who the culprit of his current state is. Sighing in mock-exasperation, he makes his way towards the water without even a second thought. His siblings are far enough away that their presence doesn't register, and he wades through the water at something of a diagonal to follow the direction that bright red disappeared into.
He doesn't splash around everywhere, or rush himself, and instead takes his time to track down where Stiles has gone off to. It doesn't take too long, because he's remarkably easy to spot considering the brightness of his scales on top of that pale skin that seems even paler in contrast to his scales. It's just a matter of keeping up, until he can catch him. This has become something like a game of tag, truth be told.
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He doesn't splash around everywhere, or rush himself, and instead takes his time to track down where Stiles has gone off to. It doesn't take too long, because he's remarkably easy to spot considering the brightness of his scales on top of that pale skin that seems even paler in contrast to his scales. It's just a matter of keeping up, until he can catch him. This has become something like a game of tag, truth be told.
Really, he's starting to enjoy it. ]