CLOSED; Heiji & Derek; 6/16

[mensrea]

Early afternoon has set over London when Stiles arrives at Hall Place & Gardens, the location he chose for Heiji and Derek to discuss alliances. The tourist attraction is in Bexley, which is near enough to pack territory that Derek shouldn’t feel too out of his element. And the museum itself should be of interest to Heiji, if the meeting goes horribly awry. Which it very well could. God knows what the hell goes on behind Derek Hale’s broody, angry brow. Stiles suspects not an awful lot, to be honest.

Hanging around the entrance to the gardens, by the parking lot, he waits for the two men to arrive. Maybe he can convince one or both of them to help pay for his ticket… After all, he’s just the third party organizing all this. They should be grateful. Grateful enough to buy him admission, and maybe a souvenir he can ship home to his old man or Scott. Derek is probably loaded with money, right? What’s sixty pounds to him, or six hundred…?

With a restless sigh, he digs out his cell to double check his messages. By the time one of them approaches him, he’s totally absorbed in a game of Angry Birds.

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[mensrea]

The car door opens, signaling the return of one Stiles Stilinski. His sopping wet clothes are bunched up in a ball under an arm, while the borrowed outfit adorns his body more than a little loosely. Though he and Derek are roughly the same height, their builds are extremely different. Stiles, who hadn’t thought to wear a belt today, keeps self-consciously hiking up the jeans as they slip down his narrow hips.

“So, as a human, let me just say,” he begins, strolling over to them, “that everything really is out to get me. Including that pond and goose.”

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji briefly considered making a joke about how Stiles looked like he was swimming in that shirt... only he sort of remembered what it was like to be an awkward teenager, still stuck halfway between the cheek-pinching cuteness of the very young and the luxuriant full fur of adulthood.

"I can't tell if ya got good luck or bad," he said instead. "Coulda broke something, taking a fall like that."

[viduation]

Briefly, Derek's eyes flick over Stiles dressed in his clothes. It's definitely funny, but he doesn't laugh, naturally - besides, it's got to be better than wearing wet clothes. Derek considers removing his own belt for Stiles' sake, since he clearly needs it more, but he's already tuckered out from all his magnanimity today.

"Pretty sure you knew that already," he remarks, without any real venom behind it. "At least the pond broke your fall."

Optimism.

[mensrea]

Stiles is aware that both men must have come to an opinion on how poorly he fills out the clothes. For neither of them to comment… Gratitude may wash over him, but he remains too embarrassed to act on it. So he fidgets restlessly instead, bouncing from one bare foot to the other.

“I’m the Summer Prince,” he grouses, tone cross. “I should be the luckiest guy around. Four leaf clovers should be springing up in the wake of my footfalls! Geese should be bowing to me.”

[detectiveofthewest]

"All right!" said Heiji, throwing one arm around Derek and the other around Stiles shh they were close enough okay.

"Now that that's over with, let's do some sightseeing! I'm new here, so you have to show me around! Maybe we'll find some four-leaf clovers for the Summer Prince, here."

[viduation]

Summer Prince. Derek's initial, sharp curiosity, was swiftly overruled by his reluctance to get involved in any of - this. Perhaps it was too late for that. He'd just made an alliance that said as much, right?

Awkwardly, he shifts from foot to foot, uncertain about whether or not he should hang around and erring on the side of no. Derek did not think of himself as desirous of company, and he also didn't think of himself as desired. The better option was, surely, to leave. Business was done.

But Heiji was yet to retract his arm, and the we was perhaps telling. He stepped out from under the contact with only a fleeting scowl, but did not retreat to his car. He'd have to get his clothes back anyway.

"Yeah, maybe the goose'll bring one," he deadpans, gaze flicking up and down the Summer Prince's form.