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          as cassie spoke, olivia busied herself with taking off the dirt-covered, bloody leather jacket. it revealed cuts across the skin of her arms, a few bruises here and there. she poked and prodded at them, assessing the level of damage. “it’s not like anyone is about to show up at mine,” she said. her thoughts  w a n d e r e d  through the next sentence. why was she there? “i, uh, don’t really know,” the wolf admitted, grabbing a dish rag and running it under the sink next to her. she pressed it against a gash on her forearm after removing the makeshift poultice she’d applied. “sorry for  — fuck  — barging in,” she said, seething as she cleaned out a tender part of the wound.

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Cassie gave a small shrug, knowing she probably didn’t sound like much of an adult when she talked like that. But she wasn’t really worried about Olivia not thinking she was mature or cool; once you took a bullet for someone, she was pretty sure that meant you were forever cool. At least, she hoped so. “Do you normally just show up at people’s apartments?” She said with a laugh, moving to get herself a drink that wasn’t alcohol. “Why are you here, by the way? Not that, uh…I mean I don’t mind. I definitely don’t mind. I just kinda figured I’d be the one to come visit you.”

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          “took you longer to notice than i expected. you’re losing your edge there, brax,” she said, the faintest trace of a smile glimpsing across her lips.

“I knew it, you wanted me dead so you can be beta. I knew it.”

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          “i don’t mope,” olivia corrected him, casting a warning glance his way. “call me livy o n e  m o r e  t i m e.”

           “Figured I’d find you here – still moping I see.” Flynn muttered, observing the brunette as he surveyed the blade in her hand. “Well, I knew you were into some kinky shit, but this is next level. Even for you Livy.” 

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          “well, shit,” she said monotonously. “i had my money on you in the deadpool, brax. you just cost me a hundred bucks, that’s what happened.”

“Well, for one thing, I could’ve died so that hadn’t gone too wrong.” He joked before letting out a sigh, “Come on Grumps, what happened?”

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          “you being an asshole ??” she asked, landing a solid blow against his hand. “you’re not my trainer, d, you’re my sparring partner.”

“Good, that was the catalyst you needed.” A smirk of agreement appeared as Dante steadied himself against her hits. “Make every punch count. No opponent is going give you second chances.”

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          olivia fell silent and glared at the girl, a poignant look upon her face.

“That makes no sense…As long as you keep talking to me, I’m gonna keep replying back.”

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           “the latter sounds wonderful, actually,” olivia said. “but aren’t they kind of the same thing?”

“If anything, by the looks of it, you look more like the one that needs the help or a lot of alcohol.” 

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          olivia rolled her eyes, ran her tongue across the inside of her cheek, and geared herself back up. “that’s a fucking lie,” she told him, strangling the last part as she threw numerous hits at the palms of his hands.

“See, you’re not really trying.” Dante commented in a boring tone. “Your defense is weak and easy to tackle. Try harder.”

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          “you know better than anyone that i am far from a cat,” she shook her head. “what isn’t wrong at this point?” olivia asked.

“You’d think I’d be the grumpy one since I got shot, but you’re clearly the Grumpy Cat reborn. What’s wrong?”

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          olivia had seen makoa as something like a father figure since she was fifteen, the only truly stable person in her life that could consistently make her smile. she let herself relax a bit, wrapping her arms around him. “causing trouble? really? you’re the least troublesome person i know, mack.”

Makoa couldn’t help but laugh, setting up his kickstand and hopping off his bike as he made his way over to her. With a grin, he pulled her into a bear hug, squeezing her tight and messing up her hair before letting her go again. “I’m causing trouble, like always. Why are you out here, li'ili'i kekoa?”

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          olivia let out loud sigh. “what do you need?” she asked, putting down the knife.

Eliza closed the door slowly behind her, immediately sensing the tension in the room. “The secretary was out for lunch,” she said. “A sign on the desk said to come back here.”

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          "i don’t know, can you?” she asked, an unpracticed smile gracing her lips. it looked dusty and out of use, almost unnatural to her facial muscles. “why the fuck are you out here?” she asked, though she held her arms open for a hug.

“Here we are,” Makoa said to the teen on his bike who was one of the kids he worked with that he’d given a ride home from a court hearing. It was more than a little out of the way, but she enjoyed the ride and it was worth the effort to give her the joy of it. After seeing her off and making sure she got inside safely, he turned to face the eyes he felt on him, giving a somewhat tired smile. “Can I help you?”

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            a pause as olivia gave cassie a strange look. “ — yeah,” she said, slowly. “taxes and stuff.” the wolf exhaled, staring down the neck of the bottle. she hadn’t been lying when she said it was shitty wine, but then again, all wine was sort of shitty. once she had put the cork back into the bottle, olivia leaned against the counter. calling anyone hadn’t really been on the agenda, let alone leaving in the first place. but she wouldn’t have even called her brother. that just wasn’t the way she worked. she wasn’t used to people caring about her, wanting to know where she was. “element of surprise,” she decided, lifting herself up onto the counter.

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Cassie followed the other woman into her kitchen, a worried frown settling on soft features as she watched the way Olivia tore apart her cabinets looked for the only alcohol she had. “Well, I don’t really drink it regularly,” she said with a shrug, not particularly offended by the statement despite the strangeness of the situation. “I just have it around in case someone comes over and I need to look like an adult since I think adults drink wine and talk about…taxes and stuff.” She still hadn’t figured that whole thing out yet, but it was looking like taxes would be the least of her worries when she was quite surely involved with a self destructive werewolf with a penchant for getting shot at. “But if I had known you were coming, I could have gotten something else. I do have a phone, you know? You could have just called,” she said with a laugh.

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          olivia inhaled softly as cassie winced, every muscle in her arm screaming to be raised, to offer some kind of help even though she was twenty feet away. but she didn’t. instead, she swallowed, gathered herself, and pushed off the doorway. “there’s sweatpants in the third drawer down, if you want. socks are at the top. i’m downstairs if you need me,” she said decisively, raising her eyebrows as she waited for affirmation.

Cassie frowned, mild horror creeping onto her features as she looked up at Olivia. Her words were met with a low groan but a sigh as she slowly pushed herself up to sitting before throwing her legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the pain all the movement brought. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”

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          “call me kiddo one more time and you will be,” she warned, looking back only briefly. “what?”

“Well, okay.” The beta laughed, “Guess I’ll come bother you some other time then, kiddo. Thought you’d might want to know that I ain’t dead.”

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          olivia looked at the woman as if she was crazy, which, admittedly, she sort of was. “take a wild guess,” she said.

Lara wasn’t sure which door was the right one, but she sure as hell didn’t mind checking. And behind the door number one she found… A brunette with a blade. Not bad. Not bad at all. Entering the room, she flashed the other a grin. “Could I borrow your blade for a moment?”

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          “I’d love to see you try,” she said, ALMOST smiling. “what, didn’t get cast in BFG?”

❝ If you feel like you just have to ask me ‘how’s the weather up there?’ then I might just feel like I have to punch you in the face. There’s a reason we don’t always ask stupid questions, and that would be an example. ❞