Who: Malia Tate and Stiles Stilinski What: Talking Where: Stiles' bedroom When: after this Warnings: PTSD stuff & talk of character death likely Status: Closed/Ongoing
Malia was edgy. She wasn't the type who could just sit around and wait with any sort of patience. As a coyote, she went where she wanted and did what she wanted and didn't bother waiting on anyone for anything. A lot of her ingrained habits from her years as a coyote weren't considered appropriate social behaviors for a human though and she was trying her best to blend. As Stiles was fond of saying, she was making progress.
But knowing that he was with Allison and she thought he might still be the Nogitsune had her anxious. What if Allison hurt him? Then she would have to hurt her and that wouldn't end well since they were all stuck here. She wished that Stiles had let her come along, but she understood why he wanted to do this on his own. Now she was stuck waiting for him to get home though.
When she finally heard the door, she jumped up from his bed and greeted him by pulling him into a hug as soon as he entered the room. She didn't smell any blood, so she was taking that as a good sign.