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triskehale) wrote2018-01-28 05:10 pm
triskehale) wrote2018-01-28 05:10 pm
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Despite his best efforts, Derek goes through clothes at a much faster rate than he'd like. It's a problem shared by all werewolves, he imagines. Especially the full shift ones. How he's managed to hang on to his wallet and keys without losing them, he'll never know.
His unique predicament means that he has to go shopping more often than he'd like. He's running low on shirts that are free of rips and stains, same goes for his jeans, so he heads out to replenish his stock. He hates the mall and department stores, so he finds himself at an independent shop somewhere downtown. It costs a little more, but it's worth it not to deal with the crowds.
He has a few shirts and pants slung over one arm and he's fingering the lapel of a dinner jacket, wondering whether or not he needs more formal clothes. He doesn't wear them often, but the restaurant opening is coming up soon and he wants to throw a party for it. Derek Hale, willingly wanting to throw a party and invite people into his space. If only the people from Beacon Hills could see him now.
The door opens and Derek catches the scent of another werewolf immediately. Instinctively, he goes a little tense until he quickly realizes that's it's one that he recognizes. He spins slowly on his heel and raises an eyebrow at Biffy. "Fancy meeting you here."
His unique predicament means that he has to go shopping more often than he'd like. He's running low on shirts that are free of rips and stains, same goes for his jeans, so he heads out to replenish his stock. He hates the mall and department stores, so he finds himself at an independent shop somewhere downtown. It costs a little more, but it's worth it not to deal with the crowds.
He has a few shirts and pants slung over one arm and he's fingering the lapel of a dinner jacket, wondering whether or not he needs more formal clothes. He doesn't wear them often, but the restaurant opening is coming up soon and he wants to throw a party for it. Derek Hale, willingly wanting to throw a party and invite people into his space. If only the people from Beacon Hills could see him now.
The door opens and Derek catches the scent of another werewolf immediately. Instinctively, he goes a little tense until he quickly realizes that's it's one that he recognizes. He spins slowly on his heel and raises an eyebrow at Biffy. "Fancy meeting you here."