[ he would rather assume billy needs to be protected than not, frankly, but that's just how he tends to operate when it comes to people he likes. derek doesn't say anything else, after that, just presses dial and settles back in his chair, setting his phone at eye-height on his desk and adjusting the view to get himself in frame. it doesn't really occur to him that this might be billy's first time seeing his face - once the call connects, derek sits there, surly and quiet. ]
Okay. Here. Hold on -
[ derek mumbles something to someone off screen - steve, probably, judging by the affection and familiarity in his voice when he says just showing that billy kid the fangs, babe - and then he's back, cracking his neck, getting ready. he gives billy a show - he works his jaw, flexes his teeth and makes them grow, the blunt, human edges sharpening and twisting into something vicious and far beyond canine. the dull, green human of his eyes disappears in a few blinks, lighting up and glowing in this bright, vibrant red, illuminating the space around him. he rubs his nose, sniffles a little when it tickles for no reason, then remembers, deadpan and distracted, teeth still out, that he should show his claws, too.
he props his elbow up on the table, turns his hand back and forth so billy can see he's not hiding anything, then immediately grows his fingernails into sharp, serrated daggers. pretty standard feat, really. when he's done, he leans back in his chair, fangs still out and eyes still bright. he'd say something, but - always hard not to sound like sean connery when your teeth are this big. ]
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[ he would rather assume billy needs to be protected than not, frankly, but that's just how he tends to operate when it comes to people he likes. derek doesn't say anything else, after that, just presses dial and settles back in his chair, setting his phone at eye-height on his desk and adjusting the view to get himself in frame. it doesn't really occur to him that this might be billy's first time seeing his face - once the call connects, derek sits there, surly and quiet. ]
Okay. Here. Hold on -
[ derek mumbles something to someone off screen - steve, probably, judging by the affection and familiarity in his voice when he says just showing that billy kid the fangs, babe - and then he's back, cracking his neck, getting ready. he gives billy a show - he works his jaw, flexes his teeth and makes them grow, the blunt, human edges sharpening and twisting into something vicious and far beyond canine. the dull, green human of his eyes disappears in a few blinks, lighting up and glowing in this bright, vibrant red, illuminating the space around him. he rubs his nose, sniffles a little when it tickles for no reason, then remembers, deadpan and distracted, teeth still out, that he should show his claws, too.
he props his elbow up on the table, turns his hand back and forth so billy can see he's not hiding anything, then immediately grows his fingernails into sharp, serrated daggers. pretty standard feat, really. when he's done, he leans back in his chair, fangs still out and eyes still bright. he'd say something, but - always hard not to sound like sean connery when your teeth are this big. ]