#jus a lil thing dippin in ur main verse xo

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' my own friends hate my guts. '   ↪ @arghent : malia.

❛ i don't hate your guts. ❜ petulance paves the way for meekness, an awkward beat passing as malia considers whether or not she's actually breached the territory lines of acquaintances to friends yet. the coyote would like to think so, but hunters never took kindly to her. without comment on the matter, she decides to continue. ❛ and i don't think they do, either. they're just . . . hurt. ❜ empathy is hard for her, especially for situations she knows very little about. stiles filled her in on the details ( or the down low as he'd rather refer to it ) and she smells the grief of a time once passed on scott anytime the name allison is mentioned. ❛ you've been gone a long time. ❜