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Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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stiles and malia go lingerie shopping

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[ As she'd said, she was over that night, crawling in through his window, kicking off her boots and crawling into bed with him, curling up around him from behind. She slept better this way. It was warmer, she was relaxed, it was just... better. Her father and she's relationship was still rocky, even after her stay at Eichen House. The explanation they'd given him was weak, at best, but he'd accepted it, and her, back into his life. Now that thread was tenuous and they barely spoke. It isn't easy going back into a life you left almost a decade ago, and it's even harder to bring someone back that you thought had died, that you'd mourned over and moved on from (for the most part; mr Tate was nothing if not a little obsessive himself).

The point was, Stiles' house almost felt more like a home to her than the actual home she lived in did, and that was why she was over there as many nights a week as she was. He's asleep by the time she manages to get out and get there, and she's soon following him into slumber the minute she's curled up under his blankets with him. Morning comes, and she's still curled up at his side, face pressed into his neck, legs twined with his, although one of her over the knee socks has scrunched it's way down to her ankle, and her shirt is hiked up and wrinkled. She's in the soft grey space between sleeping and awake when the light hits her, and she lays still, testing to see if he's awoken yet, too. ]

Re: stiles and malia go lingerie shopping

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[Her coming over has been a help to him too. It's been something new to focus on while he's tried to 'get over' everything that happened with the nogitsune.

It's been difficult, to say the least. But she's helped. A lot.

He's been awake for a little while, watching her sleep and still dozing a little himself. Eventually, he smiles and caaaarefully pokes her in the shoulder.]

Morning.

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[ Her eyes flutter open at the touch, slowly at first, blinking away the stray beams of light coming in through his window. She smiles at him, hugging him closer. ] Morning. I didn't wake you up last night coming in, did I?

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[Arms around her, then.]

Nope. I wouldn't have minded, though.

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You looked really tired. [ She normally does wake him up, after all. ] And we're going shopping, right? So you should be rested. Lydia told me once that going shopping is like going to war. So we need to be prepared.

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We are! And I'm pretty well rested. She is not wrong. Some of those malls are battlegrounds. And big.

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[ She squirms out of his grasp, then, stopping at the edge of his bed only long enough to pull her sock back up. She stands, turns to face him, and bounces on her tiptoes. ] Nothing we can't handle, right?

[ ....Right!? ]

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Right! We may need to bring a bat. [He's kidding!]

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[ It takes her a second to realize that he's joking, and she huffs, reaching for his arm and tugging him off the bed. ] Come on, let's go!

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[To the jeep!]

Anything you want to get, besides uh...what we're getting?

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[ She does, at least, have the decency to wait for him to get dressed before she drags him outside. Even if she impatient through it. ] I stole dad's credit card, so whatever we want.

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He won't mind that?

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[ She just shrugs. ] He never notices when I'm gone or when I'm there, so he won't notice this.

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I'm sure he notices. Maybe he doesn't know what to say?

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He's had plenty to say already. [ Malia screws up her face, pulls on her boots. ] Are we gonna go or are we gonna talk about my dad?

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[Peck on her cheek!]

Let's go.

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[ He doesn't push her. It's nice. Malia doesn't get along with her dad, not since he carted her off to the nuthouse, and Stiles lets her move at her own pace with it, unlike her therapist or pretty much anyone else. It's nice. She grins at him and heads for the jeep, taking a detour through the kitchen to grab an apple on her way out. She tosses one his way, once they're outside. ] So what other kind of stores are there?

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[He grins at her, biting the apple and opening up the car.]

Books. Electronics. Video games. Candles!

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Candles? [ Like. Just candles?

She climbs in, puts her seatbelt on. ]

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Yeah, like you can make your own candles.

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Can we?!

[useofcuriosity]

Sure, if you want to.

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Kira said something about a... sin-uh-bun, too? Can we do that?

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Oh, I love Cinnabon. Yeah, we can do that. And pretzels!

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[ She's kind of bouncing in her seat a little, now. ] Awesome!