[ derek typically isn't quick to experience vertigo, but once billy starts moving the screen and getting himself comfortable, he lets his eyes drift away to avoid any motion sickness. he's half-listening, half just smiling at stiles, mooning in that gross, lovesick way of his he always does when nobody's there to see him do it. stiles isn't doing much - just setting up an hdmi cable so he can watch movies from his laptop on the big screen tv - but derek is so in love with him that he's more than happy to just exist in the same space as him.
when billy brings up stiles, drops the boyfriend thing, derek frowns, turning his attention back to him. ]
He wasn't always my boyfriend.
[ derek's a little defensive, and that's partially because - well - that's debatable, actually. they were definitely dating before they knew they were dating. still, whatever he might be thinking about is immediately dashed short when billy makes a fart joke, and derek's staring down at his screen with his familiar brand of irritated disapproval. he doesn't say anything, just sighs, his good mood tanking in that annoyed, big brother way of his. "one bad fart". shut up.
he's mildly impressed, mildly annoyed, with how quickly and shamelessly billy commits to howling. derek scratches his beard on his wrist, too lazy to lift his head to scratch it properly, though he does adjust himself so he's resting his chin on his palm, wrist bent backwards. billy really fucking throws himself into that howl, and whatever mean, playful, bullying bone in derek's body wanted him to make fun of billy long before he started doing this actually kinda falters in the face of just how earnest billy is with this. the volume, the excitement, the effort - how can derek roll his eyes at this? he ends up laughing, dropping his arm on the desk, shaking his head. ]
Okay. I'll give you props for that. I didn't think you'd have it in you. But - hold on -
[ derek pushes back from the desk, his whole body soon in frame, has another little aside with stiles - babe, where are the cats? in the bedroom? okay, cool - and when he's sure that he's not going to freak out his pets with what he's about to do, he shakes out his wrists and rolls his shoulders. he clears his throat, slightly mocking billy with that ahem-hem-hem-hem he starts this off with, and when he flashes his eyes red, bares his teeth and throws his neck back -
well, he doesn't roar as loud as he could, because he doesn't want anyone to fucking track him and stiles down in the nice, warded privacy of their own home, but he does roar. it's this bestial, echoing, lion-like sound, completely inhuman and utterly terrifying in its overbearing dominance. he doesn't roar loud enough to shake the windows, but he roars loud enough to fuck up the volume on the call halfway through - it's loud enough for the mic to only pick up noise and static, for a second, before the volume fades back down enough for his phone to capture the rest of it. derek cracks his neck when he's done and uses his heels to roll back towards the desk, and he leans in close when he gets back to billy, keeping this from stiles. ]
Totally gonna get lucky tonight.
[ his boy likes werewolves, what are you gonna do. ]
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when billy brings up stiles, drops the boyfriend thing, derek frowns, turning his attention back to him. ]
He wasn't always my boyfriend.
[ derek's a little defensive, and that's partially because - well - that's debatable, actually. they were definitely dating before they knew they were dating. still, whatever he might be thinking about is immediately dashed short when billy makes a fart joke, and derek's staring down at his screen with his familiar brand of irritated disapproval. he doesn't say anything, just sighs, his good mood tanking in that annoyed, big brother way of his. "one bad fart". shut up.
he's mildly impressed, mildly annoyed, with how quickly and shamelessly billy commits to howling. derek scratches his beard on his wrist, too lazy to lift his head to scratch it properly, though he does adjust himself so he's resting his chin on his palm, wrist bent backwards. billy really fucking throws himself into that howl, and whatever mean, playful, bullying bone in derek's body wanted him to make fun of billy long before he started doing this actually kinda falters in the face of just how earnest billy is with this. the volume, the excitement, the effort - how can derek roll his eyes at this? he ends up laughing, dropping his arm on the desk, shaking his head. ]
Okay. I'll give you props for that. I didn't think you'd have it in you. But - hold on -
[ derek pushes back from the desk, his whole body soon in frame, has another little aside with stiles - babe, where are the cats? in the bedroom? okay, cool - and when he's sure that he's not going to freak out his pets with what he's about to do, he shakes out his wrists and rolls his shoulders. he clears his throat, slightly mocking billy with that ahem-hem-hem-hem he starts this off with, and when he flashes his eyes red, bares his teeth and throws his neck back -
well, he doesn't roar as loud as he could, because he doesn't want anyone to fucking track him and stiles down in the nice, warded privacy of their own home, but he does roar. it's this bestial, echoing, lion-like sound, completely inhuman and utterly terrifying in its overbearing dominance. he doesn't roar loud enough to shake the windows, but he roars loud enough to fuck up the volume on the call halfway through - it's loud enough for the mic to only pick up noise and static, for a second, before the volume fades back down enough for his phone to capture the rest of it. derek cracks his neck when he's done and uses his heels to roll back towards the desk, and he leans in close when he gets back to billy, keeping this from stiles. ]
Totally gonna get lucky tonight.
[ his boy likes werewolves, what are you gonna do. ]