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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
Beacon Hills had several thrift store, most of which had become acquainted with Derek Hale over the past year. He was there once every few weeks shopping for clothes, and all though no one ever really talked to him many of the clerks thought it was strange that someone like him would be coming in shopping for thrift store shirts in bulk.
Derek didn't really see the point in going to malls or department stores to shop for new clothing these days. Most of his attire got ripped, torn, stained, and more or less destroyed on a regular basis so spending the ridiculous amount of money that most people his age spent on new clothing seemed…well ridiculous to him.
Besides, jeans from the thrift store were jeans you didn't have to break in. Win-win.
"Isaac, did you find anything?" He calls out into the store. The other wolf had followed him to the store all though he wasn't quite as much in need of clothing as Derek.
"What about this?"
Derek looks up from his inspection of the clothing racks to see the other male gesturing at a large, worn leather couch in the middle of the store. "Why would we need that?"
Isaac's posture suddenly turns deflates, rubbing his neck and kicking the carpet with his toe, at the thought of explaining his reasoning. The smell of ridicule thick on his skin. "I don't know. It…it might be nice for when people come over. Like Erica and Boyd? The place is kind of…empty."
The alpha's brow furrowed in a curious sort of way at his beta, the expression clear that he had never thought about it.
The thought of a couch for when people come over seemed foreign to him now. He had done without for these past months that he forgot what 'normal' people thought were 'necessities'.
When the county had taken the scattered remains of the Hale house back, Derek had had no choice but to move. The wolf in him had told him to fight, to stand his ground for his territory. The human side of him realized that was unpractical. He can't protect and train his pack from jail if he got arrested for serial trespassing or fighting the cop that tried to detain him. And with the new threat coming in, the Alpha Pack that's already given their warning of arrival literally at Derek's door, he'll need to be ready with a much better fortress than the shell his old home could insure. So he moved into the loft.
He had thought, at the time, that Isaac might appreciate the open feeling of the space but would later question why he just assumed Isaac would move into the place with him. Sure, Isaac stayed with him a lot since his father died (what with him being sort of homeless with a home) but he hadn't asked and neither had Isaac to come with him. And yet, somehow, he just ended up there with Derek, taking up a limited portion of space like he was scared to over stay his welcome. Like he was a guest there.
"Go see if they deliver. There's no way I can get it home with my car." He orders, but likes to think he asked, before picking out some more shirts to replace their blood stained comrades. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the slow smile bloom across Isaac's face before he scurries off to do as requested, as if he's scared Derek would change his mind if he waited too long.
Once the clothes and couch are purchased and they are back in the Camaro Derek tells Isaac that they should maybe just think about renting a truck so they can move Isaac's stuff from his old home in too.
He's never seen someone so shocked and excited at the same time in his entire life.
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