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                        [ His leg reached out, pushing the refrigerator closed before she could grab the food. Eyebrow raising incredulously as he continued to stare. ]

            "--Sorry, I'm under the impression that you think you can just come and go as you please. People who live here, instead of running away like petulant children, can eat the food in the fridge."

❀ Pack Open ❀

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                        [ Surprisingly conscious for once, he won't even comment where he's sitting on the counter in the kitchen. Just stare as he cradled his bowl of cereal. ]

❀ Pack Open ❀

Oh, look who’s home.

At 12:45am.

For the first time in two days. Oops.

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                        He barely opened his eyes; choosing instead to hum a little acknowledgment under his breath.

            "--I had a nap. That's pretty productive, if I'm being honest here."

                                                                                                                ”Hey, fearless leader, you done anything productive at all today?”

 [ He lifts his leg and prods Mav in the thigh with the toe of his boot. ]

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            He could damn well lay on the couch all day if he so chose.

                        He hadn't moved an inch since noon, other than for food or the bathroom. It was glorious.

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                                    "I need an adult who you little heathens will listen to. Maybe that nice nurse I met when I scoped out the hospital the other day--"

            [ He wished he was joking; he never actually tried to force his betas into listening to him, but when he made a rule, he kind of hoped they'd take it to heart. ]

                        "He better. I need cocoa puffs to live." [ Over-exaggeration, that's how he functioned. ]

                          “I’m fairly certain you are an adult…”

      {She wasn’t the one who ate them, don’t look at her. She’s much more a fan of frosted flakes.}

                                  “Maybe Ezra will go shopping soon?”

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                        Categorizing every single nuance the girl unknowingly gave off, he couldn't help but take a step closer. Hands clenching at his sides when he noticed the movement, trying to reign in the urge to rip apart the man who tried to do something to a defenseless woman.

            One day his self-righteous attitude would get him in trouble -- it has before. But that wouldn't stop him from taking another step, allowing the concern etching into the curve of his brow to be seen, to be taken however the girl wanted to take it.

                                                "--Name's Maverick Salinger. There, you know me. Now tell me who this guy is, so I can rip him a new one."

                  Ma always told him to stick up for those who couldn't take care of themselves; the ones who were beaten while still laid out on the ground, the ones who couldn't defend themselves against people who thought they could get away with shitty things like this.

                                    "Someone told me once not to leave a pretty lady bleeding on the pavement." He rose an eyebrow, gaze sweeping over the obvious abrasions on her face, wherever the cloth covering her skin didn't reach. "Maybe I'm listening to that person."

                  “I’m aware, thanks.”

        Why does he even fucking care? He doesn’t know her and she sure as hell doesn’t know him. A hand lifts, fingers carding through brown curls as she pulls her hair away from her face. He’s not wrong, though — Ap did a number on her this time and it wasn’t easily covered with a scarf and a pair of jeans. She’d have to deal with questions eventually; might as well get used to it.

                                  “I pissed off the wrong guy.”

    It’s not like she’s lying, but that’s all she’s gonna give him as she pulls a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and pulls one out, placing it between her lips and lighting it up, a deep inhaling following as she takes a long drag. Ah, nicotine.

                      “— the hell do you even care for? You don’t know me.”

    You’ll have to forgive her; she’s got really bad people skills and she’s not entirely used to people giving a shit — she’s too defensive, untrusting. Chock it up to a bad past and regrettable decisions.

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            "Do you insult people when you don't know what else to say?"

                        "Of course you don't. They didn't trust you because you don't know the meaning of the word, so they jumped ship to the lovely Alpha McCall. --Not that I don't blame them. I heard he's a delight."

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             ”Sarcasm, idiot.”

                    “… I don’t have a pack. Not anymore.” 

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            "More Hale than Derek, actually. --I used to live here, when I was younger."

                        "And there's the vague werewolf persona I was waiting for. I could easily say I'm chronologically twenty-six, but that doesn't mean shit."

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“Derek…or Hale is ringing a bell?”

“Chronologically, yes.”

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Kings Of Leon | Closer

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allisonsanchor started following you

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--i'm already 2 to 40 follows w o w guys. i'm pretty shocked right now, if i'm honest. i didn't even think my lil oc was gonna get much recognition, so i love you guys bunches for following me from my stiles account.~

but now i really feel the need to exercise (idk don't look at me), so i'll be back in a bit. c:

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            "Might've seen him around, though the name is definitely ringing a bell. --Rebel, aren't you? What are you, seventeen?"

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“Derek Hale. Big, if you saw him he probably had a sour look on his face. He’s quiet. Oh he wouldn’t want me talking to you- but that would imply I listen to him.”

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                                    "You look like shit."

            He wasn't much known for sugarcoating things; blunt, to the point, that's how he always thought people should act, when faced with either telling the truth or trying to save face. Which was why he wasn't hiding the way the hairs at the back of his neck prickled with barely-restrained indignance for the girl in front of him. Why he felt the need to even stop, to make sure she was okay.

                        "--Maybe someone should make it their concern. Girls getting beat isn't something to just ignore, or make jokes about. So, I ask again: Who did that to you?"

       ”…”

             She knew she’d get questioned about it; it’s not that easy to cover up this time around, but that didn’t mean she was gonna spill it all to a random stranger who happened to catch her at a bad time. She really needed to find her sunglasses at one point. It might help.

                          “— That’s none of your concern, hon.”

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            "And who might be your brother, sweetheart? If he's so famous, as you say, would he really want you to talk to strangers?"

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“Being around here? Probably so. Well, maybe not me so much as my brother. If you were to know anyone around here, it’d probably be him. Everyone seems to have heard of him lately.”

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            "I've been known for being the life of the party, after all."

                        "You sound like a Lifetime movie waiting to happen. Trust is earned, yes, but you can't live with walls up all the time. It's, frankly, dumb. How the hell do you keep a pack if you don't trust them?"

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       ”Funny.”

                     ”I’ve put my trust in one too many people, just to have it betrayedtime and time again.” 

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                        [ ... ]

            "--Who did that to you?"

        “Yeah — sure. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.”