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Malia Tate | Teen Wolf (wantsherfurcoat) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-15 21:20:00

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~chester adams (seregeturgun), ~malia tate (wantsherfurcoat)

WHO: Malia Tate and ~~OPEN~~ Chester Adams
WHAT: Another melancholy werecreature
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Not far from her coyote den, in the woods
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete

Malia had spent most of the morning throwing up. That was how things seemed to work, now. She spent the morning throwing up, three or four times. Then she'd be okay for the afternoon, then evening would come and she'd start throwing up again. This seemed like more than was normal for pregnancy, but what did she know? She'd never been pregnant before.

She was in her few hours of feeling okay right now, and she knew she needed to have something to eat. So she headed out into the woods, looking for a rabbit, or a squirrel, or something that would feed her without taking a lot of effort. She didn't see anything right away, so she weakly sat with her back against a tree, and ran a tired hand through her hair.

She felt so alone.

In a place this small, it was becoming more and more apparent to her that she really didn't know how to interact with people. She was always saying the wrong thing, and making people afraid of her, or making them think she was bad in some way.

And she wasn't bad. She had feelings. She cared. She didn't want to be alone. She wanted to have friends and she wanted to form connections with other people. But she couldn't figure out how humans did that. What she usually got? Strange looks and people slowly backing away.

A tear dripped down her cheek, and she knew that it was because of the pregnancy. Well. Mostly because of the pregnancy. Okay. At least half because of the pregnancy. The other half was...well...she was miserable right now. She had all this inside of her, and nobody she could really talk to. And even if she did? She wouldn't know how to talk to them in a way that would make them understand. She still thought in emotions, in scents, in coyote language, and there was just so much she couldn't translate.

Another tear fell and she hugged her knees to her chest, finally letting go and sobbing into her knees.

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seregeturgun
2016-04-17 02:24 am UTC (link)

"That's kind of a dick move..." Chester replied, making a face. Again, without context, she could only go by what the other girl was saying, but still. It sounded like a dick thing to do, based on what little information she had. "Boo, Scott," she added, wrinkling her nose.

Taking a deep breath, Chester shifted out of Indian-style seating. "You seem pretty okay now, so I should probably leave you to your thoughts, but give baby daddy a day or two and then try talking to him again. If it's a sore subject, he probably still won't be into it if he's anything like me, but at least he'll be cooled off a little; maybe enough to explain that that's why."

She pushed herself up to her feet. "I hope you feel better, sweetie."

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	wantsherfurcoat 2016-04-17 03:31 am UTC (link)
	Malia nodded. She wasn't content, but she was starting to feel like she needed to work this out on her own. And she had appreciated the distraction, if nothing else. "Yeah. Thanks." She hoped she would too. Sooner rather than later. [OOC: Wrap?] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	seregeturgun 2016-04-17 03:52 am UTC (link)
	[ooc: works for me!] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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