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Even after Stiles's visit, Malia was still trying to wrap her mind around this place. Sure, he cleared some things up, but there were still a lot of unanswered questions that nobody seemed to know the answers too. She didn't like that. Still, she would just have to put up with it, wouldn't she? And she had to get used to living with this new person too. Hopefully it didn't get weird or she was totally out of there.

She woke up when she heard movement. She might have been a little bit on alert, but she calmed down when she figured it was just her guardian. If it had been anyone else, she would have been hit with a whole different scent. With a sigh, she got up and left her bedroom. She dragged her feet into the kitchen and perked up at the offer of coffee. But then she made a face that said, ugh do we have to talk.

After grabbing a cup of coffee, she walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch. "What do you want to talk about?"

Tommy watched as Malia grabbed herself some coffee and slowly strolled over to the couch to take a seat. “Well, we should get to know each other. Go over some rules. And oh yeah, why don’t you explain that werewolf thing again.” He said and raised a brow as he sipped at his coffee. “Or we can start with questions. Though this werewolf thing already has a bunch of questions swimming around in my head.” He leaned back against the arm of the couch as he faced her and took another sip of his coffee.

Malia took a sip of her coffee before setting it down on the coffee table. "Rules? What rules?" she asked. She didn't really have any before. Why should she start having them now? "Werecoyote," she corrected him. "I don't turn into a wolf. I turn into a coyote." She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, what kind of questions?"

“Yeah. Rules. You are only a teenager. You said, seventeen, right? Right now, all I got for ya is to just be respectful of the apartment and my space. Knock before entering my room. Ya know, basic common courtesy stuff. I don’t want to just throw a bunch of rules at you right away. I want to get to know you first and then we’ll discuss rules that fit you best.” He sipped his coffe, then cupped the other side of the mug with his free hand as he rested it in his lap. “Right. A werecoyote. So, how long has that been happening? Were you born that way? Or get bitten? Or is that how just a movie thing?” He asked, going along with this whole thing for now, amusing her. He was trying to figure out how deep into this delusion she was.

"Uh huh, seventeen." When he said the few rules he said, she was okay with that. "Sure. The same goes for you. Don't go snooping through my stuff... not that I have anything right now." She was going to need to buy some clothes and other things. She wondered if Lydia might want to do that with her. "No rules fit me best. I didn't really have too many of them at home." Hopefully it can be that way here too. "I was born this way, but I know people who were bitten."

“Yes, of course. We both respect each other’s space and things.” Good. They were in agreement about that. So far so good. “We’ll see. I’m hoping you’re not one that needs too many rules. Are you into boys or girls? Sorry if that sounds to blunt or forward. I just figure what’s the point in beating around the bush.” He said with a shrug. “Okay, cool. So do you shift only during the three phases of the moon? Or can you shift at any point and time?”