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text message • corlia

Malia: are dad and derek planning something stupid for my bday?

Malia: stupid = cheesy. like a surprise party.

Malia: and if you don't tell me that means that you are responsible too, so i'll have to beat you up.

#fwfy cora hale #x. text #x. cora #( will fight you regardless of your height coRA )

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Malia had been trying to track down the source of the distant howling for almost half an hour, mainly in an attempt to make it STOP. The distressed call for help struck a particularly emotional chord with Malia, and she did not appreciate the sentiment. Although she did not necessarily consider emotions a WEAKNESS anymore, because her friends had showed her otherwise - she did not like feeling quite so.... SENSITIVE. So she jogged down the empty streets, following a scent that she had caught when she heard the howl the first time in an attempt to put a stop to the emotional nonsense.

Finally, it seemed that she had found the apartment complex that the howl seemed to be coming from, so she carefully studied the building, evaluating whether or not she ought to step in and put a stop to the animal’s fear. After listening for a couple of seconds, she gathered that the APARTMENT in question was abandoned - which many houses were nowadays, because of the Hellmouth - and picked up a rock that was holding piles of unread old newspapers in place on the front steps, and aimed it at the window. After a few seconds of trying to perfect her aim, she threw the rock at the window hard, shattering the glass with a loud blast. That ought to do it. Heaving herself up with help from the wall, she climbed through the window, not caring that her hands and knees were getting cut on the pieces of broken glass. She would heal. The window wouldn’t. Once inside, Malia noticed that a dog was laying on the ground, paws pressed against the hardwood floor, head rested against the ground in exhaustion. It seemed that he only raised his head every few minutes to let out a deafening howl in despair, and Malia found her heart MELTING when looking at him.She usually wasn’t the overly emotional type, but the dog looked so much like a wolf (and sounded like one too) that she couldn’t help but relate to its sadness. Gently, Malia crouched down next to the dog and reached out a hand, attempting to pet him. The dog reacted badly and growled at her, teeth bared. Malia wasn’t so easily discouraged and tried again, this time more slowly, more gently. They continued like that for maybe ten minutes - Malia trying to pet the dog, and the dog growling back whenever she got too close.

“ would you just STOP growling for one minute? seriously. i’m trying to help you.” Patience had never been one of Malia’s stronger attributes, and the little she had was starting to wear thin. She wanted to HELP the dog, but the dog didn’t seem to WANT her help. So she was going to have to do this the hard way, it seemed. After a few seconds of hesitation, she sighed and stood up before taking off her sweatshirt. “you brought this onto yourself, remember that little wolf.” Picking him up quickly, she wrapped him in her shirt and placed him firmly under her arm before climbing out the window again. Luckily, the abandoned apartment was on the first floor, so her fall wasn’t... too bad. Hopefully the dog agreed with her and wasn’t too scared. But just to make sure, she whispered soft words to him, trying to make him feel more at ease. “....... look, dog, i’m bringing you home with me. see? nothing scary. all is good.”

The walk home was peaceful, perhaps because Malia had wrapped up the tiny creature underneath her arm in such a way that she hoped would make him feel GUARDED and PROTECTED. Malia knew all too well what FEAR felt like, and she also knew that the dog didn’t trust her. Not yet. But he would. After twenty minutes of Malia walking and the dog whining softly from inside her shirt, Malia finally reached the Hale House. Stepping inside, she pressed the dog against her chest and peered around, trying to see if anyone was home. She wanted the introduction of her new family member to be PERFECT, because otherwise they might make her bring him to the pound. And that was not an option. But it was ALSO important that Cora met DOG first, because Malia needed to know that Cora would back her up on this. So she climbed up the stairs, making sure that the dog was still SAFELY placed in her arms, and stormed inside Cora’s room.