[ Talia chatters about a mile a minute at him, excited to see her uncle and bursting with information about her day. Derek takes it all in stride, his attention largely on her until she suddenly comes to a stop. He's about to ask what the matter is, but then she's looking at her teacher. ] Mr. Stiles, are you okay?
[ He blinks, once, slowly, before looking away from her and following her confusedly concerned gaze to Mister-- ] Stiles?
[ Laura was serious. His recipe buddy is actually Talia's kindergarten teacher. She'd actually taken a picture of her daughter and her teacher, and she wasn't just bullshitting him to give him a hard time. They are currently standing in the pickup area of his niece's elementary school, not five feet from each other, and the picture she took did not do him justice.
Shit.
Honestly, Derek can't stop staring. It's probably worrying Talia a little, if her silence is anything to go on, but he's completely distracted by the fact that he's looking one "Stiles" Stilinski in the face. There's glitter in his hair and clothes, chalk powder still on his khakis, he has possibly the biggest brown eyes he's ever seen, and his mouth-- ]
Stiles. [ Maybe he should be concerned that he actually sounds a little pleased to be saying his name out loud and to his face instead of typing it and hitting send. ]
no subject
[ He blinks, once, slowly, before looking away from her and following her confusedly concerned gaze to Mister-- ] Stiles?
[ Laura was serious. His recipe buddy is actually Talia's kindergarten teacher. She'd actually taken a picture of her daughter and her teacher, and she wasn't just bullshitting him to give him a hard time. They are currently standing in the pickup area of his niece's elementary school, not five feet from each other, and the picture she took did not do him justice.
Shit.
Honestly, Derek can't stop staring. It's probably worrying Talia a little, if her silence is anything to go on, but he's completely distracted by the fact that he's looking one "Stiles" Stilinski in the face. There's glitter in his hair and clothes, chalk powder still on his khakis, he has possibly the biggest brown eyes he's ever seen, and his mouth-- ]
Stiles. [ Maybe he should be concerned that he actually sounds a little pleased to be saying his name out loud and to his face instead of typing it and hitting send. ]