[ Power does respect power. This, ironically, is what made Derek like Jughead so much in the first place - he busted into his bedroom, gave him a ludicrous about of attitude, and Jug just... took it. Reggie's giving Derek back everything Derek's trying to intimidate him with, and it's genuinely making him like the guy so much more than he already sort of did, beneath all the weird threats. Who would have known that Reggie and Jughead were so similar? They're basically twinsies.
"I might not mind". Hmm. Another soft, scrutinizing rise of his eyebrows and a matching grin that indicates he's either being won over or thinking about things he shouldn't. He looks at his hand on Reggie's chest, lets it linger, then slowly eases back, grabbing the hem of Reg's shirt and tugging it down to smooth out any wrinkles he might have left in the fabric. A quick pat to Reggie's chest and he's stepping back, rolling his shoulders. ]
Something like that. [ There are too many layers in his relationship with Tate, none of them Derek can stand by without coming off as kind of fucked up. He can deal with the insinuations, the phrase "weird obsession". That being said - he tries to pull attention away from himself. ]
I think you're an asshole. I think you feel like you're important because you know how to throw a ball and you had a nice car back home. You put value on shit that doesn't matter.
[ Derek's the one who kneels down now, sinking to half his height in front of Reggie. He's looking at Moose, holding a hand out for the dog to sniff. He half expects to be bitten, but he really doesn't like hearing the poor little dude whimper, and he thinks it's a pretty rad display of confidence to bow his head to Reggie and show that he doesn't feel threatened by him after trying to read him. ]
But I also think you're pretty harmless. "The big deal" is that I'm trying to be a little more discerning about whose voicebox I tear out with my teeth. [ He tilts his head to look up at Reggie, hand still open for Moose. ] Assuming you leave Tate alone and don't go running your mouth to anyone about my being here, your throat can stay in one piece. That's a pretty decent deal, right?
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"I might not mind". Hmm. Another soft, scrutinizing rise of his eyebrows and a matching grin that indicates he's either being won over or thinking about things he shouldn't. He looks at his hand on Reggie's chest, lets it linger, then slowly eases back, grabbing the hem of Reg's shirt and tugging it down to smooth out any wrinkles he might have left in the fabric. A quick pat to Reggie's chest and he's stepping back, rolling his shoulders. ]
Something like that. [ There are too many layers in his relationship with Tate, none of them Derek can stand by without coming off as kind of fucked up. He can deal with the insinuations, the phrase "weird obsession". That being said - he tries to pull attention away from himself. ]
I think you're an asshole. I think you feel like you're important because you know how to throw a ball and you had a nice car back home. You put value on shit that doesn't matter.
[ Derek's the one who kneels down now, sinking to half his height in front of Reggie. He's looking at Moose, holding a hand out for the dog to sniff. He half expects to be bitten, but he really doesn't like hearing the poor little dude whimper, and he thinks it's a pretty rad display of confidence to bow his head to Reggie and show that he doesn't feel threatened by him after trying to read him. ]
But I also think you're pretty harmless. "The big deal" is that I'm trying to be a little more discerning about whose voicebox I tear out with my teeth. [ He tilts his head to look up at Reggie, hand still open for Moose. ] Assuming you leave Tate alone and don't go running your mouth to anyone about my being here, your throat can stay in one piece. That's a pretty decent deal, right?