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Malia still had a lot to learn about the human world, but she never had a problem voicing her questions either. At least, the man agreed that cheese fries were good. That was a plus in her book. He put the cigarettes away while asking a question and Malia didn't have to think long on it before she shrugged and scowled. "Honestly, I haven't found a good use for it yet. Why trade when you can just take? But apparently it's wrong or something like that." She sighed and rolled her eyes, obviously not in agreement. The man held up a dollar bill and the Were quirked her brow in question, listening as he spoke. She turned to watch as he folded the dollar bill, her curiosity only growing as he kept talking. It was like she was in a trance, watching every fold and crease. When he brought up cigarettes again, she wrinkled her nose. Still, her eyes never left his fingers as he continued to fold. As he held up his creation, she couldn't help but give a little gasp of delight as she looked it over. Somehow it just made her feel...happy. She was about to reach for it when he suddenly tossed it as if it would fly or something. Her features grew sad as it fell to the ground before looking back at him. "You made a bird just to toss it to the ground?" The woman shook her head a little but watched as he reached down and picked it up, straightening it back up a little. She couldn't take her eyes off of the folded paper until he spoke again, her eyes lighting up. "Parties? I like those too. And drinks! The kind that taste like strawberries are good." When he teased her about men, she quirked a brow and tilted her head, shaking her head with a scowl. "It's not about the undressing part, obviously. It's about what I can do once I have the clothes off." The fact that he might not be thinking along the same lines as her didn't even register. As the man moved to step around her, Malia almost looked disappointed for a moment, but then he stopped and spoke again and her face turned more hopeful. Her lips formed a smirk. "I love to talk, too. Uh....I know a diner that serves good ones." She offered, but shook her head vehemently. "No, not that one! I mean...it's your money, but...can you make me one? It doesn't have to be money. I just want...the bird." She felt a little awkward asking, but she didn't think she would be able to do it herself or she would. Maybe she'd go home and practice later. |