edgessoften whispered: Derek's just going to settle himself on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, hands linked together and resting on his stomach. He tilts his head back against the top of the couch, smirk firmly in place as he imitates his uncle. ((Hope it's okay I jump in here, I've been wanting to play with your Peter for a while.))

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“Trying to do an impression of me now, are we?” Peter mused as he took in the sight of Derek on his couch, mirroring a common position the older wolf typically sat in. “I suppose it’s compliment enough. After all, they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

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