Derek Hale

[doesntlikeguns]

Derek Hale
Construction Foreman

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[useofcuriosity]

Yes, my illustrious career as sheriff of No Crime Alley.

[doesntlikeguns]

Exactly.

[If you're going to come over, Stiles, then do it.]

[useofcuriosity]

No.

[ he is already on his way ]

[doesntlikeguns]

Trying to say your life revolves around mine?

[useofcuriosity]

Look at your ego. No.

[doesntlikeguns]

What ego? I'm the one saying that you've got a life outside of my own.

[useofcuriosity]

Oh my God, let me pay for this food already.

[doesntlikeguns]

Pretty sure that no one is stopping you from that.

[useofcuriosity]

[ There is no answer from Stiles, not until he arrives a knocking on the door ]

[doesntlikeguns]

[He raises a brow at that but he heads to the door opening it, stepping back so Stiles can come inside. The place isn't done done like Allison thinks but it's damn near close enough.]

[useofcuriosity]

[ Stiles takes a look around before shoving Sack Of Food at Derek ]

You're a loon, you know that? This is something you're aware of?

[doesntlikeguns]

[Said sack is taken into the other room where Derek sits on the floor.]

I've been called worse. I just wanted to get things done.

[There maybe an albulm that Derek found in the vault back in BH at Stiles' feet or close to them.]

[useofcuriosity]

Now what'll you do for the next six months?

[ sitting, then ]

[doesntlikeguns]

[He does, because it's him, offer Stiles some of the food too even as he takes some out to eat.]

Well, I'm sure there's more things to build. If not I'll find something else to do.

[useofcuriosity]

[ Then Stiles will take some, because food. ]

Okay. Like?

[doesntlikeguns]

​I'm not quite sure yet. But sheds for random things that need stored or something along those lines.​

[useofcuriosity]

Sheds? Why sheds?

[doesntlikeguns]

Why not a shed? Something to store things in when they're not in use.

[useofcuriosity]

You don't strike me as someone who aspired to build sheds.

[doesntlikeguns]

I don't think anyone aspires to be a shed builder, Stiles.

[He leans back a bit]

Maybe I'll find something else that catches my attention. Never know.

[useofcuriosity]

Someone might. You don't know. Eat.

[doesntlikeguns]

I seriously doubt it.

[Though he does raise a brow and picks up his half eaten burger, taking a bite out of it]

Happy?

[useofcuriosity]

Oh, ecstatic. What did you do in New York?

[doesntlikeguns]

[New York wasn't a subject that he talked about much. That was the last time he'd spent with his big sister. The last time they'd really talked before coming home because of Peter and the idea of him waking from his coma.]

Odd and end jobs, really. We didn't have to work if we didn't want to.

[Old family money and all]

But I worked on cars for the most part while Laura managed the books for the place.

[useofcuriosity]

[ Stiles considers all of this, of course. ]

Well, I mean...there's a mechanic's garage. People have cars. Not everyone, but enough.