crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.

[hypercompetent]

let's get zesty.

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[hypercompetent]

[ 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!

[triskeles]

[ 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.