I am the catch--oh my god! [ stiles doesn't even get time to preen about his joke (which was hilarious, thank you) because then derek is tickling him. his hands flail away from his face and his tail snaps against the water, sending up another wave of water just out of instinct.

Rude. So rude.

however, he doesn't really leave--where he'd floated away just a little, he returns, resting his forearms on derek's broad shoulders. ] Great, so, if you don't have a catch, make with the news. And the not attacking me. Last time you were telling me about-- [ and he makes a wide, sweeping gesture, wiggling his fingers. ] ~Faoladh~.