[ derek really isn't the type to show-off, these days, especially when it comes to being a werewolf... but billy is so animated, so funny, and he can't help but feel the swell of pride in his chest that follows his reaction. he spent so long feeling like he was inherently dangerous, and it took people like steve to convince him otherwise — seeing how rapidly billy's fallen into being impressed by him can't help but feel good. derek scratches the back of his head before deciding that he can't keep pushing this, and with a quick, smug little smile, he fades back to a more human shape. dull eyes, blunt nails — a marginally less impressive appearance. ]
Nah — I just know what he likes.
[ again, derek is distracted by steve, his face a little comical when he realizes he and billy were pretty obviously overheard — but derek just presses his lips together, tries not to laugh, and rolls his chair closer to the desk, leaning in and keeping his voice down. the urge to say something like "it's totally normal to get hard, that's basically why steve and i got together in the first place" hits pretty fast, but no, okay, okay, he's done being the obnoxious, braggadocious little prick he was in highschool. he drums his fingers on the desk, clearly in a good mood. ]
... Anyway — tell me more about you. Other than a penchant for drugs and a willingness to align yourself with a fucking monster hunter, I don't know much about you.
[ if it wasn't a mating call, then steve and billy probably have a little something in common as far as taste goes, if the subtle, lingering arousal is anything to go by. then again, maybe not. billy can't really say he has that much interest in 'getting lucky' with derek the same way steve probably does - he's an objectively attractive dude, billy can admit that much - so he's not really sure what is that's making him feel this way. probably, it's just - the consequences of being a teenage boy, riding on a small wave of fading adrenaline.
still, he makes a face. lifts his eyebrows, mouth turning downward, expression thoughtful, conceding. like it makes complete and total sense that derek's boyfriend would be super into werewolves, even though billy knows nothing about him.
billy hates this question. tell me more about you. ... well, it's less that he hates the question, but more than he never knows what to say in response to it, not that he gets asked to talk about himself very often. in billy's opinion, he's not a very interesting person, and the things that other people might find interesting, are things he doesn't really like to talk about - like king's, and what he does there, for one.
derek might be in a good mood, and billy's not necessarily in a bad one, but his expression does kind of neutralize a bit, from amused to - contemplative. maybe a little awkward or slightly uncomfortable, but he pushes through it, absently turning the thin strip of leather around one of his wrists, twisting it 'round and 'round, pushing it as far up his arm as it'll go before dragging it back down, just for something to do. ]
Uh. [ billy pauses for a second, then lets out a rushed breath that was probably supposed to be a laugh more than anything else, judging by the half smile he offers. ] Okay, firstly: you're the one who told me to find a Dom if I wanted to stop eating out of dumpsters, so you can't be all judgey about that. B: I didn't know you were a werewolf until, like, two minutes ago. I didn't know they actually existed until two minutes ago, and it's not like I was like 'hey, Geralt, I got a friend who grows fangs and claws and wants to date the moon, how about you sign a contract with me'.
[ no part of anything he says sounds, like - defensive. he's just goofing around, mostly, but also making it clear that geralt shouldn't be a threat to derek. he hopes that's clear, anyway. ]
I said I wouldn't tell him about you, and I won't. ... I do like drugs, though. You got me there.
[ but what else is there to say about himself? billy scrunches his nose up as he thinks. ]
I dunno, dude. I'm from California? Around the Bay area. [ what else, what else ] I like most music, I guess. Not super into, like - hippie shit or whatever, but if it's loud and meaningful, it's alright. And- [ hm. ] I've got a younger brother back home, and he... means more to me than he will ever know.
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Nah — I just know what he likes.
[ again, derek is distracted by steve, his face a little comical when he realizes he and billy were pretty obviously overheard — but derek just presses his lips together, tries not to laugh, and rolls his chair closer to the desk, leaning in and keeping his voice down. the urge to say something like "it's totally normal to get hard, that's basically why steve and i got together in the first place" hits pretty fast, but no, okay, okay, he's done being the obnoxious, braggadocious little prick he was in highschool. he drums his fingers on the desk, clearly in a good mood. ]
... Anyway — tell me more about you. Other than a penchant for drugs and a willingness to align yourself with a fucking monster hunter, I don't know much about you.
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still, he makes a face. lifts his eyebrows, mouth turning downward, expression thoughtful, conceding. like it makes complete and total sense that derek's boyfriend would be super into werewolves, even though billy knows nothing about him.
billy hates this question. tell me more about you. ... well, it's less that he hates the question, but more than he never knows what to say in response to it, not that he gets asked to talk about himself very often. in billy's opinion, he's not a very interesting person, and the things that other people might find interesting, are things he doesn't really like to talk about - like king's, and what he does there, for one.
derek might be in a good mood, and billy's not necessarily in a bad one, but his expression does kind of neutralize a bit, from amused to - contemplative. maybe a little awkward or slightly uncomfortable, but he pushes through it, absently turning the thin strip of leather around one of his wrists, twisting it 'round and 'round, pushing it as far up his arm as it'll go before dragging it back down, just for something to do. ]
Uh. [ billy pauses for a second, then lets out a rushed breath that was probably supposed to be a laugh more than anything else, judging by the half smile he offers. ] Okay, firstly: you're the one who told me to find a Dom if I wanted to stop eating out of dumpsters, so you can't be all judgey about that. B: I didn't know you were a werewolf until, like, two minutes ago. I didn't know they actually existed until two minutes ago, and it's not like I was like 'hey, Geralt, I got a friend who grows fangs and claws and wants to date the moon, how about you sign a contract with me'.
[ no part of anything he says sounds, like - defensive. he's just goofing around, mostly, but also making it clear that geralt shouldn't be a threat to derek. he hopes that's clear, anyway. ]
I said I wouldn't tell him about you, and I won't. ... I do like drugs, though. You got me there.
[ but what else is there to say about himself? billy scrunches his nose up as he thinks. ]
I dunno, dude. I'm from California? Around the Bay area. [ what else, what else ] I like most music, I guess. Not super into, like - hippie shit or whatever, but if it's loud and meaningful, it's alright. And- [ hm. ] I've got a younger brother back home, and he... means more to me than he will ever know.