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TEST DRIVE

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TEST DRIVE MEME

[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title!
[ 2. ] Action posts, bulletin board spam, walkie-talkie exchanges, or network entries are all acceptable!
[ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get!
[ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples!
[ 5. ] Have fun!

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[Yes, it's Derek. Derek is not...completely...hateable or anything. He's not, really. He's kind of a dick and excessively violent but it's Derek. It's like in his DNA to throw Stiles against things once a month.

Kicking down towards the bottom, he holds out his hand, as if offering help. Well hell, he's not going to let him drown from his own stubbornness. (probably.)]

[ Just like it's in Stiles' DNA to constantly provoke him and find the buttons that set him off so that he's frustrated enough to slam Stiles into things once a month?

(To be fair, Stiles is one of the few people that actually challenges him and doesn't back down. And, sometimes, he's all right.)

Sighing out a stream of bubbles, he brings his hand up to take Stiles'. If anything, the moment Stiles tries something again he can immediately give him retribution for it. ]

[Yeah, pretty much. But don't consider yourself special, it's kind of in Stiles' DNA to provoke most people. Derek just has a natural talent for drawing it out.

(Sometimes they can sit and eat marshmellows at the fire and make stupid jokes about back home. Whenever that happens, Laura always smiles at him afterwards like a predator. He's not sure if it's good or bad.)

Grasping his forearm, instead of pulling a trick, Stiles kicks off the bottom of the lake to propel them both up towards the surface, grip firm.]

[ It probably has something to do with his disposition and lack of general patience in regards to provocation.

(Whenever that happens, Derek gets the awful feeling that Laura has said or done something where he can't see the day after. It's disconcerting and he doesn't like it, but it doesn't stop him from having the occasional quiet moment with Stiles.)

And just like that, Derek is no longer an immovable object in the water. He assists in bringing them upwards with a motion of his free arm and his legs, silently thankful his leather jacket was left back in the guest cabins. ]

[Maybe. Stubbornness plus a lack of patience plus a penchant for smartassery typically doesn't end well on anyone's front.

(One time, his mother'd come up behind him and asked if he was planning on asking the Hale boy out. He'd jumped out of his skin and tried to turn off the shift so fast he could still feel her laughing in his ears. )

When he finally surfaces, Stiles takes a gasping breath and coughs loudly, treading water. He lifts a hand to wipe the water from his eyelashes before he looks at Derek, trying to gauge his reaction.]

Welcome back to camp.

[Heh.]

[ Not usually, no.

(It was a completely valid question, sweetheart. Considering everyone and their mothers could tell that Derek and Stiles acted like five year olds on the playground, pushing at and picking on one another until it went a little too far and the culprit felt bad about it.)

Snorting out water as he surfaces, Derek shifts his grip to hold onto Stiles' elbow before his free hand reaches out for the dock to keep them both stable as they tread water. Eying the teen, he exhales loudly and hauls himself seamlessly out of the water and back onto the dock, bringing Stiles up with him once he's got sure footing. ]

Yeah.

[(It was Not a valid question. Capital letters. Because it was Not Even Close to right, jeez, mom, you're embarrassing. Lydia, remember. Lydia.)

Letting Derek tug him back up on to the dock, Stiles let out an overly dramatic cough and went to wring out his shirt, stripping out of the flannel layer on top and trying to shake the water out of it. Aside from the fact that he was drenched, so was Derek. And that was all that mattered.]

How long are you staying this time?

[Grunting, he shucks off his shoes, too, going to wring out his socks. His socks. Cruelty.]

[ (Stiles, honey, it's okay if you like both Lydia and Derek. Really, it is. And if anyone judges you for that she'll personally possess them and make them streak down the main street buck naked. ♥)

Derek ignores the couch and unlaces his boots so he can take them off, one by one, to upturn them and dump whatever water there is out of them with an irritated look on his face. It's not as bad as it could be, though, and once he's done with that he sets them on the dock and reaches to take the bottom of his shirt in his hands. ]

Most of the summer, unless I get a mission.

[ He pulls his shirt over his head so he can ring it out. ]

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TEST DRIVE

I finally get to use my pool icons.

I surprisingly don't have any.

Just those two for me. uwu

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