After dinner — more coffee and no Soylent because it's disgusting — Derek makes his way back to his room. He's not really interested in the Alpha Smiling Club, but he's thinking that it wouldn't suck to get to know his new roommate better. Or bond with Buffy. Or with Alcide. Or both! Both would be awesome.
It's been an uncharacteristically good day and Derek wants to keep the momentum going, so he's whistling a Fall Out Boy — It's Dance, Dance, and don't judge him — tune to keep himself pumped and positive.
When Derek walks into the room and notes that Alcide is already in there, he can't help noticing the state of the other man's jumpsuit and his jaw goes slack with awe. "Oh, why didn't I think of that?!" he complains. "This thing is so itchy, I hate it." If Alcide can do it, so can Derek, he thinks as he starts to unzip his own jumpsuit to peel it down to his waist. "I'm Derek, by the way. I don't think we've actually gotten a chance to talk much, but I wanted to formally introduce myself."
Evening
It's been an uncharacteristically good day and Derek wants to keep the momentum going, so he's whistling a Fall Out Boy — It's Dance, Dance, and don't judge him — tune to keep himself pumped and positive.
When Derek walks into the room and notes that Alcide is already in there, he can't help noticing the state of the other man's jumpsuit and his jaw goes slack with awe. "Oh, why didn't I think of that?!" he complains. "This thing is so itchy, I hate it." If Alcide can do it, so can Derek, he thinks as he starts to unzip his own jumpsuit to peel it down to his waist. "I'm Derek, by the way. I don't think we've actually gotten a chance to talk much, but I wanted to formally introduce myself."