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Malia nods slowly, and smiles. “Okay.” She whispers in agreement with that.
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Put “You’re beautiful.” in my ask box and watch my muse’s reaction.
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Affection Starters!
“Your hair is so soft…”
“It’s too cold! Get back here…”
“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”
“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!”
“Surprise tickle attack!”
“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.”
“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.”
“What, does that feel good?”
“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”
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Malia’s eyes follow him to the weight practice, as she slowly gets uo from the ground, towel still in hand. Was watching him part of “doing whatever” Because, she wanted to. More than she was willing to admit.
She tries to make sense of his words, because even she had a drinking problem, and last night proved that. “Yeah, I do.” She admits, shrugging. “The way I see it, life is too short to be boring.” And with that, she’s raising to her knees, chuckling. “I’m fine- you’re sweaty, and gross, and need to shower.” She grabs the towel, wiping her face.
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She tries to make sense of his words, because even she had a drinking problem, and last night proved that. “Yeah, I do.” She admits, shrugging. “The way I see it, life is too short to be boring.” And with that, she’s raising to her knees, chuckling. “I’m fine- you’re sweaty, and gross, and need to shower.” She grabs the towel, wiping her face.
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Malia nods slowly, listening to his story. “Oh, so, you had a drinking problem?”
Malia tries not be affected by the fact he moves, of course he does- he doesn’t know.
She clears her throat, still on the floor. “Hmm, why?” She finally asks, sitting up, and grabbing some more water.
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Malia tries not be affected by the fact he moves, of course he does- he doesn’t know.
She clears her throat, still on the floor. “Hmm, why?” She finally asks, sitting up, and grabbing some more water.
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“A little.” She admits, looking over at him.
“They look nice.” She compliments, running her nails down his arm, now. “Really nice..”
She raises her fists in the air, proudly. “I did.” She laughs, turning her body to look at him more clearly. “Hope I dind’t ruin your pride, too bad.” She smirks, fingers trailing down his shoulder to his tattoos, before she can stop herself, amazed she didn’t notice them last night.
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@schimaere
[text:Theo-Asshole] miss me?
[text: Theo-Asshole] You can be honest, you know?
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She raises her fists in the air, proudly. “I did.” She laughs, turning her body to look at him more clearly. “Hope I dind’t ruin your pride, too bad.” She smirks, fingers trailing down his shoulder to his tattoos, before she can stop herself, amazed she didn’t notice them last night.
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“I won’t, don’t worry.” Malia says, walking away now, trying to catch a scent, but when she’s left with nothing- she’s sad, and a little scared. “Anything?” She asks, hoping Lydia picked up some clues along her vain search.
“I’ll see if I can catch a scent, you look around.”
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When he legs are knocked out underneath her, she yelps, and falls on her back, hitting the ground. “Well, that was rude.” She mumbles, looking up at where he stands.
“Maybe you should come down with me.” Malia says, kicking his feet hard, and watching as he falls right next to her, she laughs, running her fingers through her hair. “I’m just happy I landed a punch.” She pants.
Malia raises an eyebrow at him, but continues anyways, her knuckles sting from where they hit his chest. “You’re distracted.” She mumbles, trying to make light of it, as her body moves to match his, she looks into brown eyes, breathing lightly, as she goes for a second punch.
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Malia raises an eyebrow at him, but continues anyways, her knuckles sting from where they hit his chest. “You’re distracted.” She mumbles, trying to make light of it, as her body moves to match his, she looks into brown eyes, breathing lightly, as she goes for a second punch.
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“Come on, I don’t have all day.” Her hands are up, as she bounces around lightly on each foot, without warning, she goes to punch him.
“Oh, wow, I don’t think I saw you there, either.” Malia hums, getting up from the ground now. “Eh, spent the night drinking, you know the usual?”
“Alright, let’s go, one more round.”
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Malia chuckles. “...Come on, catch this one.” She throw another one at him, smirking.
“I don’t want to, Derek.” Malia scoffs at him, and then takes another grape from the bin. “You really don’t know how to be nice.” She tosses it at his face, teasingly. “Catch.”
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“Oh, wow, I don’t think I saw you there, either.” Malia hums, getting up from the ground now. “Eh, spent the night drinking, you know the usual?”
“Alright, let’s go, one more round.”
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“I’ll see if I can catch a scent, you look around.”
“No, I haven’t, or, Stiles.”
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