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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.

“I was going to work out some before cleaning up–but feel free to do whatever.” Stiles hums, as he climbs up off the floor and goes over to the collection of weights lining one wall.

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.

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.

“Why get them? At the time I was very into art…and thought nothing was better that immortalising someone’s work on my skin.” He explains softly, shrugging his shoulders “Alcohol might have helped too…” He adds quietly, looking down at his shoes.

Malia nods slowly, listening to his story. “Oh, so, you had a drinking problem?”

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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.

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.

Stiles follows her gaze curiously, trying to ignore the touching. “What? Surprised your suited robot has tattoos?” He asks softly, a joking note to his voice.

“A little.” She admits, looking over at him.

“They look nice.” She compliments, running her nails down his arm, now. “Really nice..”

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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’ll see if I can catch a scent, you look around.”

Lydia nodded. “Just don’t go too far. I don’t want to lose you.”

“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.

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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.

“Only a little–it happens.” Stiles hums, as he blocks the second punch, and knocks out one of her legs from beneath her. “Can still take you.”

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.

“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.”

“You sure?” Stiles mumbles, as he raises to his feet again, setting his bottle of water down “Want me to go easy on you?”

“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.