or say we're only dreaming;

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❝ don't you dare close your eyes❞
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[hypercompetent]

[ stiles definitely doesn't see that coming--disadvantages of being the human on a werewolf ship--and the moment the hand closes around the back of his neck, he jerks upwards with a loud-- ] Oh my god--

[ and very nearly brains himself on derek's head, but he freezes at the top of his acension and feels guilt (and a little bit of terror) congeal in his stomach. stiles stares at derek for a second before his shoulders slump and he drops back to look at the map. eventually, he bristles again and looks back at the map, because stiles is stupid, and if he's going to get thrown overboard for real this time, he's going to be thrown overboard and die right. ] Actually--yeah, yeah, you can.

Why are you directing the ship southeast? [ he might as well just let it out there, and, still scruffed, the teenager turns his sharp, brown eyed gaze back on derek. ] The closest navy ship should be southwest, if you keep going at the speed. I mean, hell, if you wanted to route it off you could stop the ship at a cove--I think there's a cove near here--and wait, cause at the speed we're going, there's no way in hell we're gonna catch up. But if the wind catches like it looks like it's going to, the ship'll literally fall right into our laps.

[triskeles]

[ There's something so satisfying about scaring the hell out of Stiles. It's not that difficult, considering he comes and goes quieter than anyone else on the ship and Stiles is as jumpy as a jackrabbit-- his pulse even speeds like one at rest, it's ridiculous-- but it's still something he enjoys.

Making sure not to get smacked in the face with his head, though, Derek leans back a little without removing his hand from where it's settled. His hand doesn't squeeze any tighter where it rests, but he figures that the touch as-is will be just enough to convey his intent. Since Stiles stowed away, he's maybe brained the teen once, shoved him up against something a handful of times, but he doesn't intend to hurt him. ]

Are you suddenly taking an interest in our ventures? [ There's faint amusement to his tone, but he drops his eyes almost absently down to the map after looking Stiles in the eye for a moment. He mentally recalculates, tracking the path that he'd made with his fingers just as the wolf had come in. It's not wrong, more like something they could easily pull off. ] There's another ship due for these waters this week. While we could take both easily, especially with these adjustments to the course, if right, I hadn't been entirely concerned about it.

[ His fingers uncurl from the scruff of Stiles' neck, hand pulling away. ] But you are more than welcome to tell the helm to change it if you're confident about it.