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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?”

"I don't really need rules. And I'm into guys. Why?" That seemed...weird. She didn't think she had ever been asked that before. "I can shift whenever I want, but the urge to do it is on a full moon. So, I will probably not be around on full moons." She couldn't tell if he truly believed her or not. He was far too calm and hard to read.

“Because one rule I will stick to until you’re eighteen is no sleepovers with whomever you’re attracted to.” Did he follow that rule when he was a teen? No. Of course not. What boy did? But he would try. “Honestly I just don’t want to know if things are happening. So if you’re already doing things just … not here. Or at least when I’m not home, yeah?” He said with a nod. “I’ll be sure to do the same. I’m sure you don’t want to hear me and Evan.” He chuckled. “Hm, so what do you do for the full moon? Do you chain yourself up?” He asked with a jokey tone and a laugh. This girl seemed sweet but obviously delusional. He wasn’t sure how to handle this, other than to keep playing along.

Malia raised an eyebrow at that rule. "That's a dumb rule. I've already done things like that." She thought about the rest of what he said and then said, "Deal. We don't do anything if the other is home. Because you're right, I don't want to hear you and your boyfriend." That jokey tone of voice and that laugh annoyed her. He didn't believe her. "You don't believe me." She scooted closer to him. "You think I'm making this up." She glared at him as her eyes began to glow blue, and then she lifted her hand, showing off the claws that had replaced her fingernails. "Are you starting to believe me now?" she asked as she continued with her half shift.

When she mentioned him not believing her, he gave a little nod. He was just about to say something when she scooted closer and her eyes changed to bright and icy blue. Then her nails shifted and he tried to scoot back, but instead stood quickly to his feet, backing away. He moved a bit too quickly though and caused his coffee to spill on himself some. “Ah, shit!” He hissed from the burning sensation. “Okay. So that is uh… okay.” What they fuck did he just see? “Um, y’know… I uh, I have to… um,” he backed away more as he stumbled over his words. “I have to… um, meet up with Evan. I’ll see you later.” He set his mug down and headed toward the door.

When Tommy stood up, Malia stood up and took a step towards him. She could hear the uptick in is heartbeat and she could smell his fear. At the moment, she didn't care. Her whole point was to prove to him that she wasn't some mental case. That she had told him what she was because he needed to know. And now, he knew. "We can talk more later if you want," she said as she followed Tommy's movements. She let her coyote side sink back in and it wasn't long before she looked like her normal self again.

She kept coming closer as he backed away and that only made him a little more nervous. He got to the door and left, letting it shut loudly behind him. He stood there on the other side for a moment, in his pajamas with no shoes and not even caring. Soon he was off to Evan’s apartment. He just couldn’t go back in there right now. What the fuck did he just see? What was happening? What the hell was this place he’d been pulled into? He was freaking out and needed something of comfort. Evan was the first thing to come to mind. So he was off to find him.