[ 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. ))

Comments

[deontology]

You made the mess. Why should someone else clean it up after you?

[There is probably a cleanerbot but have some responsibility, Malia....]

[scenting]

[ ... drags a hand over her face. why did she have to run into sousei of all people?

no, that's a lie. she likes sousei. but also, nag. ]

Well, it's their job, right? [ but uh. ] Uh. I don't have anything to clean it with.

[deontology]

This way.

[He'll direct her to the supply closet.......]

And yes, it is their job to clean. But it is also your job to take responsibility for the extra messes you make.

[scenting]

[ she just follows him automatically and frowns as she reaches in to grab a broom and dustpan. despite her protests, she's going along with this whole thing pretty easily. ]

It was an accident though, shouldn't that count for something?

[deontology]

Yes.

[It's said without any humor, though there is a slight edge of humor to his words.]

It means that I am not throwing you out for willful destruction of property that others may wish to use.

[scenting]

Oh.

[ well any humor at all kind of goes over malia's head and she just stares in bemusement at the dustpan and broom before straightening up and heading over to start cleaning.

she's halfway through when something occurs to her -- ]

Hey! Can you even do that?!

[ she just automatically assumed sousei had the full run of the... entire gym... ]

[deontology]

Yes, I can.

[Ah........ well, apparently now he can!!!!]

Or, rather, there is nobody here to stop me from doing so.

[What a tyrant.]

[scenting]

And here I was told that kind of logic is supposed to be bad.

[ grumpily sweeping up the debris now. she doesn't get humans! in this moment, humans are weird and social standards are weird and sousei, you are teaching her bad lessons. ]

[deontology]

[His lips quirk vaguely at that, in some amusement.]

Such generalizations are dangerous. There is no such thing as something that is universally bad, nor something that is universally good.

It depends, as ever, what it is used for.

[scenting]

[ she's silent after that for a moment, just cleaning as she thinks it over. she thinks of herself and what she's done. she lives in the grey area, since she wants to be so good yet can't help but feel that she's just a simple murderer. she's not, for all she wishes she could be, scott mccall.

so she gives a very annoyed sigh and finally responds. ]

Then there shouldn't be so many generalizations. Why can't things be simple? Eat this, kill that, bite the other thing. Now it's like things are bad unless they're suddenly good because it's done by someone else or whatever. It's stupid.

[deontology]

Is that so.

[He's quiet for a moment as well, considering that thoughtfully. He supposes he can see how, for a coyote, humanity is pretty weird.

But they are what they are, so she has to adapt.]

Have you been having difficulties adapting to humanity, then?

[scenting]

[ she pauses her cleaning, looking to sousei for a moment before back down and it's obvious she's considering saying something. after a moment, she reaches a decision and keeps sweeping as she says quite simply -- ]

I spent most of my life as a coyote. As in, a real one. Four legs, tail, hunt for your food. I've only been human again for a few months and then I ended up here. So, yeah. It's all still new for me.

[deontology]

[... Well. Yes. That's about what he expected, but it's good that she's telling him and not lying about it anymore. He listens quietly for a moment, before nodding.]

Then while your frustrations are understandable, it is a little early to get frustrated, isn't it?

[It's only been a few months.

you've got plenty of time.]

[scenting]

I-- [ well. that sort of stumps her. she looks a little frazzled for a moment. ] It's supposed to be a secret.

[ so she has to act normal all the time, of course. but then she pauses, considering. ]

I guess it doesn't really matter much here.

[deontology]

No, it does not.

[A slow tilt of his head.]

And so, when you are confused about something, there is no issue with asking for clarification. That should make things a little less frustrating, if nothing else.

[scenting]

Okay. I'm good at asking.

[ she gives a short nod, as if affirming this to herself and then walks over to the trash to empty out the dustpan. she'll head back over to the bag to finish it up. ]

I don't really have anything to ask right now though.

[deontology]

That's fine.

[He waves that off; he wasn't really looking to impart a ton of human wisdom, just to try to get her to calm down a bit.

And then he'll turn on his heel to go.]

Thank you for cleaning up your mess.

[Aw, how courteous--oh, he's gone.

Bye.]