+ The Dance +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS gymnasium
When: Evening of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: It's your chance do your dance
The Story: After the culture festival wraps up on Wednesday afternoon, all students are invited to a dance in the gymnasium! There are snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!), as well as cheesy paper decorations made by the student council members.

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[caillte]

[ Ah, there we go. Exactly what Derek was waiting to have happen. He just raises his eyebrows again, smirk firmly intact as Stiles blushes and flusters and starts off on yet another tangent.

At first, he doesn't actually respond to him. But then he just shrugs, and holds his hand out to him. ]

I'll regret this, because you'll probably wind up putting me in a full-body cast, but you can find out.

[hypercompetent]

[ stiles stares at his hand like it's got six fingers, gawping with his mouth wide open. he was kind of expecting an argument--hello, derek hale here--and yet this was happening.

maybe he did spike the punch.

either way, stiles stilinski is not one to turn down a challenge, and he narrows his eyes as he puts his hand in his. (this is not a challenge, stiles, this is actually probably romantic intent.) ] Happy to.

[caillte]

[ Why can't it be both? Because, seriously. It's Derek Hale and REDACTED Stilinski. There can be a challenge and romantic intent behind it, absolutely.

That's basically their real world relationship in a nutshell, too. This'll be amusing in hindsight to Derek. ]

You look absolutely thrilled. [ Tone dry, he still pulls him closer. ]

[hypercompetent]

You did just say I'd put you in a full body cast. [ he snipes that right back but stiles doesn't even fight the way he gets pulled closer. he definitely doesn't drape an arm over his shoulder, either. ]

Also, I repeat. Brooding, drinks. [ airquote over his shoulder ] "Dancing".

[caillte]

You'd think I'd be the one making that face, then. [ There is definitely no further physical contact between the two of them whatsoever, not at all. Derek doesn't let his shoulders relax under the weight of Stiles' arm, and he doesn't shift to move an arm around him. ]

At least I know how to dance. Your flailing limbs don't qualify as dance moves. [ This might be an alternate universe, but don't test him, Stiles. Talia Hale put her children through some grueling lessons before her death. ]

[hypercompetent]

I don't think your facial muscles are capable of it. [ he smiles, then, but it's all playful--there's a twinkle of meanness in his eyes, but their relationship has always been that way, a constant push and pull. ] They're about the only ones you don't give a workout.

[ and stiles definitely does not sway with him, now does he. who would do that? he sure doesn't lean in a little closer, either. ] Better than the sit and brood.

[caillte]

[ Immediately, he rolls his eyes in response to the jab, offering him the driest look in his arsenal. But there's no real offense taken, despite that spark he so clearly sees there, because he does the same damn thing to Stiles pretty frequently and with very little guilt. Push and pull, immovable object and unstoppable force. (Guilt only comes with sharp and biting words, that are meant to hurt, even when he doesn't think about what he says before he says it.) ]

I haven't even tried to sit and brood. That's been all Cora, tonight. [ Much as he loves his sister, he also loves to tease her. But it helps to distract from their proximity, which he does not facilitate by hooking his arm a little more securely around him. He also does not sway along with him, because that would be ridiculous. ]