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Malia Tate | Teen Wolf (lovesdeer) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

Malia couldn't believe that Stiles didn't remember. Not only was it totally unlike him to forget something that important, but he'd been calling her and texting her since it happened, trying to apologize for it. How could he just blow it off like it was something that happened so long ago that it didn't matter anymore? Boys were stupid. Even smart boys were stupid.

She was in a rather bad mood to begin with, because she really didn't want to be here. Everything about it was unnatural and man made and that terrified her...even before she thought of the empty vast maw of space that existed right outside the thin metal walls. No. She did not want to be here. Her feet very clearly belonged on the ground.

She smelled Stiles before he even k picked and opened the door, frowning. Her hair was longer than when she'd seen him last and her face was more feral; as if she hadn't been out of the woods (literally) very long. Sighing, she stepped out of the way.

"As you can see, there's nothing wrong with me."