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[rebelia]

[ he snorts, unimpressed. ]

I can handle it. Don't worry about my legs.

[scenting]

[ well, fine!! she just shrugs and takes another step, letting herself drop down to the ground. she lands at a crouch, standing back up and looking around -- everything's pretty deserted. ]

Hurry up, if you're gonna jump.

[ she'll start walking in the direction of the residential district too. ]

[rebelia]

[ with the slight furrowing of his brow, iv jumps. he also lands in a crouched stance and lets the impact of the landing fade before he rises. he still can't see a thing in the dark, but there's the sound of malia's footsteps.

not long into their walk, he brushes his hand against the tears on his shirt. ]

What was that about, anyway?

[scenting]

[ she just looks over him and spots the tears herself, back to his face before shrugging and continuing to walk. ]

I guess your clothes are cheap.

[ malia pls ]

[rebelia]

[ they are not. he's too rich to buy cheap clothes – ]

. . . It looks like a dog's doing.

[ he says this quietly, more to himself than to malia, although he does want to hear her input. between the growls and these tears, a dog comes to mind first and foremost. ]

[scenting]

[ a snort of laughter ]

I don't see a dog, do you?

[ excuse you, she's a coyote ]

[rebelia]

[ no, he doesn't. he can hardly see a thing. annoyed, he counters her snort with bluntness. ]

No. But you're not fully human, are you?

[scenting]

[ she shrugs. she's super messing with him now, it's terrible. ]

No, but I'm not a dog.

[rebelia]

What are you, then?

[scenting]

[ scoffs ]

Why should I tell you?

[ malia sure did talk her way into a corner here, god damnit malia ]

[rebelia]

[ good job. ]

You cost me my shirt. The least you can do is explain yourself.

[scenting]

I didn't do anything to your shirt! That was like that when I saw you.

[ lies and lies and lies ]

[rebelia]

[ it's like dealing with a six-year-old. ]

You admitted that you ripped it in the metro. What are you being so evasive for?

[scenting]

[ a startled look! she completely forgot that. ]

It's -- fine, who cares. I'm a werecoyote.

[ then she flicks out her hand and bam, claws ]

I'm still not paying for your shirt.

i was expecting wolverine claws and then remembered this is another canon

[rebelia]

[ in the poor lighting (or lack thereof), iv has to strain to see the claws growing from the tips of malia's fingers. he's seen many things in the past month, and so, while he narrows his eyes in wonder, he's able to retain a great deal of composure over the reveal. ]

A werecoyote, not a wolf? I've never heard of anything like you.

[ his tone indicates he doesn't doubt her so much as he's turning the term around in his head. that explains a lot.

and he can pay for his own shirt, thanks. ]

yeah there's no adamantium in this show

[scenting]

[ when she knows he's finished looking, she withdraws them and shoves her hands in her pockets, shrugging. she suddenly feels oddly insecure. ]

Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are. [ she sounds like she's reciting something ] For me, that's a coyote.

[ she shrugs. it's no big deal, okay!! ]

[rebelia]

"The person you are," huh . . .

[ he hums in thought. malia doesn't make him think much of a wolf, which is why he offers the tentative agreement. ]

It seems to suit you. And it explains a lot, too.

[scenting]

It--

[ she pauses and looks over at him, brow furrowing ]

I'm going to try and take that as a compliment.

[rebelia]

You do that.

[ and it's a sincere response. he pauses, recalling their first conversation over the network. ]

It all makes sense now. The things you said back then didn't quite add up, but now . . .

[scenting]

[ she looks a bit nervous ]

I'm not good at that. Being human. That's -- [ a pause, she lifts her chin a little. ] It's just how it is. I don't need to explain.

[rebelia]

I don't need you to explain it.

[ it's personal and he can figure it out from her overall behavior. ]

Have you met others like you here?

[scenting]

[ well, thanks. she nods and then rubs at her forehead awkwardly at his next question. that one is a bit upsetting. ]

No. I've met people who aren't human but not anyone like me. I'm starting to think I'm the only one here.

[rebelia]

[ believing oneself to be the only one must be rough – even lonely, perhaps. ]

Even if that's the case, someone may turn up sooner or later. You can't tell with this place.

[scenting]

[ IT... is, actually, and she tries not to think about it too much. ]

Maybe. If they do, I'll find them. [ . . . wait ] Not to kill them or anything. I meant to talk. Just talk.

[rebelia]

[ did she seriously just elaborate on that? ]

I know what you meant. Good grief, do you always assume what comes out of your mouth is the worst?