《Sweet Child of Chaos》50% Savage + 50% Sweetheart
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Kisa shouted as she jumped towards the group hidden in between the buses.
Malia told her bluntly, making the vampire humm as she hugged her girlfriend from behind, laying her chin on the werecoyote's shoulder
Lydia corrected.
Both Kisa and Stiles defended Malia at the same time, making them look at each other for a second, the boy turning a light pink before he quickly avoided her eyes.
Kira questioned her boyfriend, pointing out the obvious 'the kid thinks you're crazy'.
Scott answered, making the vampire raise an eyebrow since she had not been notified of this part of the plan.
The girl started as she suddenly looked around, making his eyes turn red in alert as he tried to listen to what she was talking about.
the alpha admitted in defeat, making Kisa sigh as she leaned forward, still keeping her arms around Malia.
she said seriously, before snorting as she shrugged
Scott's eyes widened at her words, feeling a little hurt that his best friend didn't tell him anything about this as he nodded along with the vampire's words.
Malia groaned and Stiles stomped on the ground like a little child at Kisa's words, but nodded once she gave them a pointed look.
Scott added in exasperation, making the trio hide their smirks.
Lydia proposed as she leaned against Kisa, completely done with the conversation already.
Lydia and Kisa smirked at the very lost kitsune, the best friends going over to her side as Kisa told them
Kira questioned shyly as everyone started to look at her up and down.
Lydia supported.
As they watched the supposedly vixen walking down the stairs, or rather rolling, Lydia and Kisa's laughter could be heard all over the school.
The deputies looked up at the woman as she strolled inside the police station as if she owned the place, holding two paper bags in one hand and Maverick on the other, who was currently wearing an unicorn clothing.
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Noah tried, and failed, to give her a scolding look as a smile broke on his face, affectionately patting her head as he accompanied her to his office.
The brunette asked with a grin, reminding him of a little girl waiting for her parent's approval.
Noah answered truthfully with a kind smile, making her beam with happiness, giving one of the paper bags to him before she walked towards the couch, which was already gaining her form from how much she would lay on it.
Noah always saw the girl as a child... a child that had to grow up too fast, that had lost her innocence, but still had that light lost somewhere inside of her.
He knew, however, that her age surpassed his for long, not because he asked, but because of the things she would say whenever he was sad or apprehensive about something.
She was too wise to be so young, she could tell things no one else could, and he could only think of one explanation for that: experience.
Opening the delicately wrapped bag, he saw a homemade sandwich and his eyes softened once again, looking over at the quiet female who was staring silently over the window of his office as the night fell over, one hand caressing softly the fur of her dog, as the other held an untouched sandwich that matched his.
He didn't have any doubts that she was the one who made it, not because it was perfect, but because he could see the cheese dripping carelessly from the wrapping and because the lettuce wasn't placed correctly in the middle, making it hang over one side of the bread as the other side was left without the salad.
It was imperfect, but he could still see that the person which had done that had tried to make it good enough, just like the slightly burnt cookies she had left few hours ago.
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Her head snapped away from the window, looking towards the man who was already eating her sandwich, his eyes focused on the paper laying on the table in front of him, hand messily writing something over it.
Noah looked up from the paperwork, eyes full of curiosity as he leaned his head on his hand, waiting for her to say more.
Kisa bit down her lip, eyes looking down for a moment before she looked up again
Noah nodded his head with a thoughtful look on his face, before he said
And her lips twitched into a small smile at his words.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door, before it was opened by Derek.
And that's how they learned about The Mute.
Noah questioned intrigued as he analyzed the keyboard that the werewolf had brought with him.
Derek answered with a straight face.
Kisa certainly liked Miguel more.
Kisa observed, receiving two wide eyed looks from the men.
The brunette exclaimed with an excited grin Kisa questioned as she stared at Derek, making the man glare at her as she smirked devilishly.
Noah coughed back a laughter, thanking the heavens when Parrish entered the room.
Kisa suddenly questioned, making the male frown as he hesitantly nodded.
Stilinski questioned as he understood where she was trying to get.
Parrish answered as he pointed at the tool on the Sheriff's hands.
Derek asked, sharing a look with the other three as the deputy had a look on the tool.
a playful slap on the back of her head and Kisa continued with a fake smile
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