Derek Hale

[doesntlikeguns]

Derek Hale
Construction Foreman

Comments

[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.

[doesntlikeguns]

[Derek seems to think about that as he finishes off his burger, then starts on the fries.]

Do people actually need work on said cars? That's the main question.

[useofcuriosity]

[ He's lucky Stiles bought them even though he said he wouldn't. ]

Probably. Even cars in space breakdown.

[doesntlikeguns]

[Hey, the young Hale knows that he's lucky]

How often are cars even used here?

[useofcuriosity]

Don't know. But people have them, and the place is getting bigger.

[doesntlikeguns]

Maybe I'll look into that then.

[Though he's a born wolf and might get bored.]

[useofcuriosity]

You can always work at the gym too.

[doesntlikeguns]

Do you really see me working at a gym, Stiles?

[useofcuriosity]

Do you see me owning one?

[doesntlikeguns]

Considering how you micromanaged your old man, yes.

[useofcuriosity]

Oh come on. I did not.

[doesntlikeguns]

You did and we both know it.

[useofcuriosity]

You can know it all you want!

[doesntlikeguns]

Calm down.

[Everyone and their mother knew that Stiles micromanaged what John ate. Because he thought he was doing what was best for his dad.]

So are we trying to bog me down with jobs then?

[useofcuriosity]

Obviously.

[doesntlikeguns]

Oh, I see how you are.

[useofcuriosity]

How am I?

[doesntlikeguns]

A pain in the ass.

[Stiles might actually get a genuine smile out of the wolf]

[useofcuriosity]

Gee, thanks. [ a smirk ]

[doesntlikeguns]

Didn't say it was a bad thing.