potosi | crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.

[ Stiles isn't alone in this. It's gotten to the point that his current family members ask how he's doing, what recipe he's giving now, when are they going to actually talk on the phone, due to the frequency with which Derek texts the kindergarten teacher. They both have errant sleep schedules, and even when they know the other isn't going to answer texts for a bit-- cooking or teaching or actually sleeping-- they shoot one another texts to come back to. Laura is maybe a little jealous, because he never leaves her random messages. His texts with her are short and sweet.

Stiles has actually gotten him to write novels before, or leave him enough texts that combined they might as well be novels. When he goes shopping, Stiles gets a text about ingredients or the people that he sees in the store or market.

And now he has a voice, a face, to put to the text messages. And it's killing him a little. ]

Mr. Stiiiiiiiles! [ Talia whines when he tweaks her nose, batting at his hand with both of hers as her uncle holds her steady on his hip with one arm. The other hand not snug around her waist is currently wrapped around Stiles' before he can even think about it, and he tries not to think about it after he realizes it. ]

Guess that means we're behind on her shaving. [ It comes out in a dry drawl, but it's easy considering his mouth suddenly went dry. ]

[ When their hands touch--it's the right thing to do, proper--it makes a flush start on his ears, a mix of embarrassment and about five other emotions all at once, and the fact that they linger...

Well, it's a lot to think about. He pulls his hand away from Derek's slowly, intense brown eyes almost never leaving his face, at least until Talia gets his attention again. It gives him an excuse to pretend he wasn't completely staring at her uncle, you know, the chef he's been talking to since October.

It's March. It's March and he lives less than--maybe he lives out of town? Maybe he's just visiting? What if this is Stiles' only opportunity?

Yeah, he's just gonna cut that thought right off at the pass before Stiles gets even more embarrassed at himself. He runs a hand through his bird's nest of a hairdo, flicking his eyes between Talia and Derek, even when the way she bats at his nose makes him smile. ] Gotta work on that. She, uh--Talia, you'll have to show them your project for this week when you get home, okay? It got a big gold star, didn't it.

[ Derek knows that Talia is staring at the two of them, confused and trying to figure out what's going on with them. But Stiles is all that he really notices for a long time, crisp green on bright brown, and he doesn't really want to look away from him. Like this is somehow a figment of his imagination.

But then he draws his hand away, looks at Talia, and it seems like it's broken. Yet Stiles remains, and he's not just imagining this meeting right now. Talia, oblivious to her uncle's turmoil, kicks her feet a little excitedly.

She draws Derek's attention back to her, where he looks down and away from her teacher. It's easier to focus on her than it is Stiles, because his mind is trying to wrap itself around the idea that they don't live hundreds of thousands of miles away from one another. Teachers don't tend to live too ludicrously far from their schools, so-- ] It did! You think mom'll put it on the fridge?

[ He smiles at her easily. ] If she doesn't, I call dibs.

[ honest to god, the first thought in his head is just oh no he's hot. not only is derek absurdly, ridiculously gorgeous, and it's ten times worse when he's right here, larger in life in front of him. the subject of his fantasies, daydreams and every long text message in his phone is not only a real person, but a real person who lives in beacon hills.

he smiles at talia and stiles is so fucking screwed.

he manages a half quirked smile and senses his chance to escape, lifting a hand in a wave (god, his fingertips are still tingling) ] Good, well, uh--we're having show and tell next week, so make sure she brings something really cool! I mean, I know she will.

[ stiles turns his attention back to talia and offers his fist for a brofist, beaming at her and trying to pretend that he is not 100% infatuated with her uncle. ] I'll see you on Monday, Tali!

[ If he can just focus solely on Talia, maybe Derek will get out of this alive. Maybe he can head home and escape back to the kitchen where everything is so much less complicated. His niece starts giggling delightedly at the idea of him putting more of her work up in his kitchen, where her things are often the backdrop of his episodes.

But then Stiles is retreating and a very large part of him is disappointed by the fact that he's going, that he needs to take Talia home and make sure that the episode is uploading without problems to youtube. He pauses and turns his attention to the teacher, cocking his head the slightest bit. ]

New episode should be up by the time you get home. [ Some sort of amusement slips into his expression, and he jostles Talia a little on his hip to adjust her. ] Make sure you watch it and let me know what you think.

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