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Malia Tate (coyotebound) wrote in portland_logs,

She didn't completely understand the idea of the fistigons or how they worked but she liked flame throwers. She hadn't used one herself but she had seen other people using them on TV and stuff and she thought they looked cool. Chase had gauntlets that let him make fire apparently and Malia thought that was pretty cool. She liked her claws better though because they didn't really need recharging.

"I'm a freeloader," she said with a smile. "Barry takes care of me. I used to live in the woods when I first got here but then Barry convinced me to move in with him." And it had been a big step for both of them. Malia had to relearn how to live in a house again. At the time, Barry suffered from terrible allergies and Malia was constantly dragging garbage and nature into the house. She had cleaned up her act a lot since then and the blanket covered living room was a vast improvement from the nest she had once built in her bedroom.

"But we have snacks. Come on." This time she took his hand and she pulled him to his feet. She was pretty strong, being a coyote and all, and she didn't know how strong Chase would be. She pulled him up from the couch maybe a little too fast and a little too hard but she didn't seem to notice. She tugged him towards the pantry and opened the door.

The cupboard was teeming with junk food. As a coyote, Malia could eat just about anything and it didn't really effect her. She didn't get sick the way that humans did either. Because of that, Malia could eat whatever she wanted. They had actually been pretty well stocked for the zombie apocalypse. It was the scavenger in Malia that had made sure that they would have enough supplies to sustain them for awhile.

"Fritos, ding dongs, microwave mac and cheese. What are you in the mood for?" Malia spun around cutely and held her arms out like she was Vanna White or something, displaying food instead of all those letters on the board. She felt a little silly but not embarrassed, never embarrassed.

"You can stay here for as long as you want," she said. "It's too dangerous to go back outside. You should stay here." And keep smelling so distracting and good. Malia wasn't really very good at keeping her feelings on the inside, usually she wore them on the outside. So she turned and went back into the living room with a box of Cracker Jacks.