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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."

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"It could fit better," he replied promptly, returning Derek's knowing look with one of his own. "And is that so? All the gossip says that the opening will be an absolute who's who." It was not an accurate impression of Lord Akeldama but Biffy was not born to speak in fluent Italics like his former master.

"Do you hear that Robin?" he asked, bending down with Derek. The baby looked up at them, very seriously gnawing on his own fist. "What do you think of hamburgers?"

"The social event of the season," Derek says with a roll of his eyes. He's kidding, but he does hope that the opening goes well. He's proud of the restaurant, and he hopes that people will like it.

He watches with an amused smile as the baby squawks, waving his chubby, spitty fist in the air. Derek's chest aches just a little at the sight. When he was young, he always assumed that he would have a big family of his own someday. That dream died with his family, but he can't entirely forget it. "Sounds like he wants burgers. A child of good taste."

Biffy chuckled and spent a moment casting a considering look between Derek and Robin. "I'm not sure he'll be able to eat one of your burgers," Biffy said, very proud of himself for holding a straight face. "His digestive capabilities notwithstanding, I've seen you make them in only two sizes. Proportional to Robin's entire torso and then bigger."

It was an exaggeration, but only slightly.