Family is Everything

daddyargent:

    ” You give me such shit. You’re lucky you’re my favorite arms dealer.”

    As long as it seems to amuse him, she doesn’t mind so much. The man could stand some fun in his life, in her opinion. If picking at her granted him that, then she was all for it. She could talk shit with the best of them. 

    She’s not so obnoxious as to drag the man about his own house. But she does leave him behind to get to his gun lockers first. It takes an obscene amount of patience and willpower to keep her from picking or breaking the locks on her own. ” I want what’s in the special cabinet. Open the special cabinet. I need what’s in the special cabinet.”

He rolled his eyes, smirking some. "You said you wanted something to match your boots, not a fancy special gun." He mused, opening the cabinets anyway. He figured it didn't matter so long as she used it. He tended to stick to his own guns after all. It seemed only right that she pick out something comfortable.

"But if you must look through them, it's these there." He showed off the multiple weapons instead from custom shotguns, to rifles and crossbows. He had them all.

"You’ve lied before. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t now just to get…" He gestured vaguely towards her entire being to demonstrate that it wasn’t by pure chance that she caused trouble. She literally was a magnet for it. "Whatever it is, I can’t imagine it’s some peace for me and the others. So just..let’s get this over with."

She rolled her eyes. He’d always see her in the same way no matter what she did to change his mind. She was always going to be the fucked up little sister. “What do I have to gain from lying now? Nothing.” Well, maybe there were a few things, but none that she could ultimately think of at the moment. “I’m just trying to survive, Chris. If I wanted your little wolf pack dead, they’d be dead by now.” And maybe she got the slightest enjoyment from watching them squirm, but that was all.

"That's your problem Kate. Threatening the lives of innocent kids isn't going to help your case. Whether you need help surviving or not. No one's life is less than yours or more, why can't you understand that?" He didn't see her so much as a messed up sibling but more, as someone who needed help. At one point he saw her as family. His little sister he wanted to protect, the sibling he would follow orders for. But now? He didn't know what he saw. He knew he hoped, but that could only get him so far.

"Ah." Derek didn’t need to explain any further than that. Chris knew what teenagers were like and he couldn’t even stop his own daughter from doing questionable acts. He figured Derek would have a better time staying here. Hanging out if he wished or just being in a quiet place. "Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry."

Derek sighed in relief, though he made it out to be one of his annoyed wheezing noises –he tried to—and nodded. He’d promised them and… he kept his promises, even if he didn’t know he’d made them. To him, the whole conversation had sounded more like an if thing, not a deal or a promise or anything similar. Well, he’d been wrong and Argent was the only one he knew who’d a) let him in and b) not be utterly annoying.

“Thank you, yes.” The wolf nodded, the hint of a smile playing around his lips as he stepped inside after the other.  He’d been at his apartment before as well, but he’d usually come for a reason, so he’d never paid attention. This time, he took his time as he glanced around it and he stopped moving when his eyes caught on the other’s desk. The light was on and it looked as if the pen had just been discarded a few minutes ago. “You’ve been working?”

"No problem." Chris followed after him once Derek stepped in. The door took a couple of seconds to lock before he was actively catching up with his long strides across the hallway. With a distracted glance towards Derek's words, Christopher did his best not to seem too obvious with his avoidance. He normally had Allison or his wife to prod him into resting. His family took care of him and it seemed that he was alone now, left to take care of himself.

"Always am. Don't believe there's much reason for me to stop until Beacon is safe." He replied, stepping to a doorway and entering the kitchen. He checked on the food, making sure it wasn't burnt before he turned off the stove. He'd made ribs with mashed potatoes. Most of it was from those big surplus stores that prepared the food and all you had to do was just shove it somewhere to cook. They were pretty much all he ate now, no longer home cooking when it was only him present.

"I hope you didn't turn into a vegetarian over night."

daddyargent:

    ” You’re asking if I want to come in and look at all your toys? The custom made ones? See if maybe I find something I like? I mean, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” 

    Like he didn’t know that the same arm she smacked him in was the arm she was going to grab to haul him inside with her. He wasn’t moving fast enough on his own; there were new toys on the line here. ” Come on, come on, come on.” 

Chris liked to entertain the idea that sometimes people actually stopped by to see him, not just the weapons he customized for the job. A man could dream after all. As he was tugged into his own home, he made no protest, fully aware that she knew her way around already. "Yea, you keep up that mocking tone, I may not unlock the special cabinet. See who'll be laughing then." He teased, obviously making idle threats and chatter, something to fill the space of the now empty house they brisked through to his weapons hold.

Ian, Hoechlin and Holland singing All About That Bass*

"It’s embarrassing when you’re not at work." [x]

daddyargent:

    Fangs or no, she didn’t hesitate to whack him in the arm to punish him for his height comment. ” Asshole. Just because you’re above average height… “ 

    It wasn’t as hard as she couldn’t have struck him of course. Poking fun though he might be, he didn’t take shots at her gender, her lack of physical presence or age; and their potential to make her less of a hired gun. Those people got the real punches. She didn’t pull those. They were ‘real men’, they could handle it, right? 

    ” Speaking of real terrors, I damaged my shotgun the last time I was dealing with some. You got anything in your fall collection that would fit me? Something in a semi-automatic, fully automatic and black would be nice. Match my boots.”

Chris smirked, laughing at the punch. He was brought up in a household that revered strong women. All their leaders were women. He didn't grow up to chastise them for anything. "Your boots, hm? I think I've got something, care to come in and look around?"

Definitely comrades in the failed attempts at pretending to be social. Chris chuckled at Derek’s words and nodded. “I figured as much. What is it this time, mole people come from the sewers to take over Beacon?” To say he had dorky comebacks would be true but to shove it in his face was like asking to get hit. Let him have this. Even if it was cheesy.

Derek gave a small chuckle, but shook his head no. “It’s.. nothing like that.” He sighed softly. He wasn’t sure but he thought he might prefer mole people from the sewers.Those, he knew how to handle. “Scott and Kira. I somehow… unwillingly.. promised them they could have my loft all to themselves.” Another sigh. Brows knitted. After last time, he’d figured he owed them another try only this time, he didn’t have Braeden’s to stay at. 

"Ah." Derek didn't need to explain any further than that. Chris knew what teenagers were like and he couldn't even stop his own daughter from doing questionable acts. He figured Derek would have a better time staying here. Hanging out if he wished or just being in a quiet place. "Come on in. Dinner's almost ready if you're hungry."

"Depends. Are you really looking to catch up or only if I promise to play nice?" He asked, staring her down, looking for some opening in her stance. Or perhaps the truth in her words. He just wanted all this mess to be over with.

"Well, we can’t exactly have a civil conversation if you don’t play nicely. I’m not good at talking when I have a gun aimed at me." There was a devious smirk still plastered on her face. "Come on, Chris, this is no way to greet your sister." She put her arms up, feigning a surrender. "I’m not here to start trouble." Even though trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went.

"You've lied before. I can't imagine why you wouldn't now just to get..." He gestured vaguely towards her entire being to demonstrate that it wasn't by pure chance that she caused trouble. She literally was a magnet for it. "Whatever it is, I can't imagine it's some peace for me and the others. So just..let's get this over with."

daddyargent:

    ” It’s that and the guns you carry. You don’t even carry the big ones and I bet grown ass men get the hell out of your way. You can’t see cause you’re… in there. But out here, you terrify people. I heard all kinds of things about you before I met you. I thought you’d be Schwarzenegger sized with fangs. Turns out you’re only a little bit taller than me though.”

"I have an employ of grown men who hunt with me that aren't half as scared as you're suggesting. There's real terror out there, and it doesn't start with me." He watched her before he laughed at the joke, thinking it was more amusing but to see how serious she was. Chris knew it must have been just as bad when he was growing up, hearing about the danger of werewolves and other creatures. She was a trained mercenary, she knew.

"Yea well. You're pretty tall for your age, maybe you'll grow some more." He was joking but at least that was better than stating the obvious.

"I wasn’t thinking it was evil, but now that you’ve put that suggestion in my mind, I can only assume the worse." He resists the temptation to smirk. "You want to see me smiling, you’ll have to do better than flirt."

“If I was flirting with you, and that’s a very big if Christopher, you’d certainly be doing a hell of a lot more than just smiling, make no mistake about it.”

He rolled his eyes as Peter insisted on calling him by his full name. So used to wolves simply referring to him as Argent that it only made hearing his first name worse. "I believe you give yourself more credit than you're capable of. Big if or not." He shot back, relaxing more because it was clear Peter wasn't here for anything but a chat.

JR Bourne

Its just a nightmare.

He rested the reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue, instead going for a far easier response. “…Chris Argent, who are you?”

"You’re an Argent, huh?" He knew that last name fairly well. He felt an immediate ping go of in his chest, but, he kept his cool. "I’m Marcus Hale. I used to live in this town a couple of years ago."

"A relative of Peter and Derek?" He asked, staring at the man with an incredulous arch of his brow. "I thought everyone had died in the fire? Escaped that by not being in the state? Or something else equally as convenient?" He didn't mean to sound like a jackass but it was part of his nature. To question and understand and to be the one to press on the uncomfortable nerves of others.

"I wouldn’t be caught dead going to sleep this early." Joking obviously but it was difficult to place what with his expression only changing slightly in a small grin. "However, no, you didn’t interrupt anything, which is probably in your favor for whatever you need to come here.."

Derek raised a brow, though he couldn’t help a small smile. The only person probably worse at social interactions was Argent. He didn’t think they were all that much different in that sense. “Good. I’d still have come. I’ve got a.. situation in the loft.” The wolf sighed. 

Definitely comrades in the failed attempts at pretending to be social. Chris chuckled at Derek's words and nodded. "I figured as much. What is it this time, mole people come from the sewers to take over Beacon?" To say he had dorky comebacks would be true but to shove it in his face was like asking to get hit. Let him have this. Even if it was cheesy.