[ pretty sure i could take him ✪ open ]

[scenting]

Who: some weirdo coyote (scenting) and you?! yeah, you
When: icly whenever works best for you really
Where: marketplace, school, and the gym
What: an attempt at not being anti-social was made
Rating/Warning: canine tendencies also me being really bad at writing malia logs

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one. it was a gentle tap, really

[ today malia is trying to Do Her Best. well, that's probably every day with her but today she's trying to do her best when it comes to just basic shopping. she's saved up quite a bit of money over her months here and is looking for a way to spend it today. she just... doesn't want anything, is the problem? either way, she drags herself to the marketplace today with the decision that she will spend something. for herself. that's not clothes or food. something beyond THE BASIC NECESSITIES. it's crazy.

right now, she's looking in the window of a shoe store, looking between the very fancy ones in the window and then her own boots. she runs a hand through her hair with a sigh and --

Hello! Would you like to try a free sample? she's interrupted by a robot. ]

No, I'm fine, I--

[ Our records indicate that you have not made a purchase in the Marketplace yet. Please, let us help you make a purchase! ]

No, really, I don't need any--

[ Refusal to comply will result in detainment! Come with me, come with me! and then the robot grabs her arm. big mistake.

there's what sounds like a growl there and suddenly malia lifts her foot to kick it right into the robot's chest. the robot goes flying, crashing right through at least three stalls and through the wall of a building. debris everywhere and the crowd looks over at malia. ]

Ohhh, shit.

[ does anyone want to help her?! ]

two. accidentally delinquent'd

version a:

[ lunch time! malia doesn't like school, she's not very good at it and she doesn't have many friends because she's an anti-social poop. still, she keeps going because it's the one stable tie that she has to something similar to life at home. she's still failing half her classes and struggling to maintain C's but she's trying, at least.

lunch time is nice though. free food, peace and quiet, and she doesn't get graded for it. today is her favorite -- large piles of meat and she orders two helpings. the problem is, with such big helpings she has to be very careful how to walk in order not to tip them over. which is why you (yes, YOU) are going to be in super big trouble when there is an inevitable collision and malia's food goes everywhere. there's a beat of silence before she growls, snapping her teeth at you. ]

Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!

version b:

[ alternatively: if you don't want to be on the bad side of malia, there is always detention. yep, unfortunately if you didn't bump into malia, someone else did and there was a very big scuffle over it. this scuffle has landed malia in detention for the entire next two weeks because APPARENTLY the school frowns on biting your peers. go figure.

so, if you are the unfortunate soul to end up with her, be graced with a malia tate sitting in the back of the detention room and flinging rubber bands at their robot teacher supervisor. who apparently doesn't really care. how annoying. ]

three. this is only funny if you've watched only god forgives too

[ today there is a teen girl at the gym, dressed very gym-y and with her hair tied back. she's been going at it with the punching bags for a while, practicing skills she's learned from a certain ninja over her time here and just feeling pretty good. she's getting bored though, the adrenaline building up more and more until she sends a very frustrated hand through the bag, sending filling everywhere. she stares down at the mess, giving an awkward cough before walking away.

then, perhaps, she spots you who are also equally exercising here at the gym. she might watch whatever you're doing for a while before approaching, an eager grin on her face as she bounces on her toes. ]

Hey, hey. Wanna fight?

[ she doesn't look that intimidating, right? ]

wildcard. insert lycanthropy joke here

[ seriously she's a loser, someone save her from her loser-y ways. ]

(( OOC: holy shit i'm really slow and super sorry for it! i'm still getting to these, just. slowly. ))

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[cantarella]

[He realizes when the girl looks at him like he's suggested an evening of light grave-robbing that she took him seriously, and possibly a good deal farther than the bout of the runs he'd been alluding to. He quickly raises his hands to placate her.]

I apologize, miss. It was a joke, perhaps in poor taste. [ He smiles.] Personally, I'm not overly fond of cleaning up after my mishaps for an audience, that's all.

[scenting]

[ poor taste is a bit of an understatement and the more he speaks, the more frustrated she looks because she doesn't get what he's saying. his words are not straight forward enough for her and she has to take a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. ]

Stop, just -- Make sense for a moment, okay? Are you offering to help me fix this or not? The robots are going to notice and I can't just stand around while you smirk. It's stupid.

[ she's not one for vagueness, no. ]

[cantarella]

[He's put in mind of his little sister throwing a stuffed bear at him and locking herself in her bedroom. It's a pity that Riff isn't here to help calm the tempest--he'll have to try on his own to remember the sort of gentle words that Riff used, the softness of his tone.]

I'm sorry. Truly. In plain words, I'm willing to help you however I can. I don't have much practical experience, but I do have an eidetic--photographic memory, and I've done quite a bit of reading on them. If you'd prefer, I can try to dissuade the hordes from staring while you work--[He raises his hands again for emphasis--] with nothing stronger than a stern talking-to, I promise. The threat about inducing mild stomach trouble was part of the joke.

In short, tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to make it happen.

[scenting]

[ this guy... malia's not a fan of being talked down to and she's not a fan of people who smile while telling you just how good they are at everything. the softness of his voice makes her even more annoyed because it feels like he's trying to placate her and she's really not a fan of that either, especially from some stranger. ]

I need you to shut up and --

[ she looks up as her ears pick up the tell tale sounds of ceres security. ]

And I'm going to leave before I get caught.

[ she doesn't even look at him as she turns around and takes off. whoops! ]

[cantarella]

[Oh, good. She's still angry--he's still done something wrong.

Later. He'll think on it later. For now, he drops emotion completely and switches entirely to function.]

Right. Go. I'll take care of this.

[And she's gone.

He crouches next to the wreckage of the robot and begins to examine the pieces--if anyone asks he'll tell them it's his fault; he's hardly a stranger to being seen as a public nuisance and, though it didn't serve him terribly well in this particular instance, he can spin a yarn with the best of them.

The girl may be angry at him, but that's not what matters. What matters is protecting her, and he can do that from a distance, starting with cleaning up a broken robot and a mess of clothing.]