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The Streets of Fandom, Wednesday Evening

Kira had spent the better part of the day wandering around town, checking out the different shops, buying food, and just generally avoiding going back to the creepy house where everyone was staying. Unfortunately, she could only hide out in town for so long before she had to catch the ferry while it was still dusk - the only thing worse than going to the creepy house was going to the creepy house in the dark. So, she and her bag of muffins were heading back, though really not in too much of a rush.

[Expecting one but open otherwise!]

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Oh, sweet summer child. You don't know creepy yet.

Creepy was Derek Hale showing up out of nowhere because he walked like a cat. "Kira."

Kira let out a squeal of surprise, and hoped that maybe in the dark he hadn't seen her jump. "Yes! I mean, hi?"

Derek stared at her, mouth drawn into a tight line as he watched her aura closely. He could do that, you know. See auras.

Bet you didn't know that.

No, Kira didn't know that, but she did know the staring was a liiittle weird. "Um, it's Mr. Hale, right? From Arts and Crafts?"

He hadn't said much yesterday, but she had still noticed him, so there.

That would be when the most adorable little puff ball of a dog came trotting out of the bushes to prop itself up on its hind legs so that Derek would pick it up.

"Are you from Beacon Hills?" Derek finally asked, scooping up his manly dog to tuck up under his arm. Aw yeah, just where Puppy Joe wanted to be.

"Beacon Hills? No, but my mom is. I think she has family there," Kira said, getting quickly distracted by the adorable ball of fluff. "Aww, who's that?"

"My dog." HE WAS MANLY AS HELL. "You don't live there?"

"No, I'm from New York. I think my dad is looking at teaching jobs in Beacon Hills though. Do you know him or something?" Kira said, wringing her hands for a moment before adding, "And can I pet your dog?"

"Sort of." Derek sighed, so put upon even as he held Puppy Joe out for her to pet. "So, you don't know who Stiles is."

Just confirming this. He didn't teach for the first part of the summer. So, he was out of the loop.

Kira grinned and scratched Puppy Joe behind the ears, making cooing noises at him. "Um, I know of him from like, the radio? And I met him at that picnic the school had at the beginning of the summer." Her smile faded as she straightened up a little. "Should I know him? I mean, I know there was that whole big sibling thing but that was someone else..."

"No," Derek decided, relaxing slightly. "No, that's fine."

"Okay good," Kira said, relaxing as well. "I mean, not good, because he seemed nice when we talked, but good that I didn't need to. Your dog is really cute." Yes, sucking up was clearly the way to make this less awkward. "Way cuter than the pet rocks, for the record."

"Pinkie," Derek said like that explained everything. Trust him, it explained everything.

"She seems really nice. Not that I have many ponies to compare her to," Kira said. "The brochure for this place left out a lot of stuff. Is Beacon Hills weird? Because we don't have anything weird where I'm from." Nope nope, everything was totally normal.

Derek gave her a look like he wasn't sure if he should be amused or pitying.

"I grew up in Beacon Hills."

Fyi.

"So, it's not weird? And it's very nice?" Kira said. Her hopeful smile meant he couldn't be annoyed with her, right?

[Grr I didn't get a notif. Sorry!]

"I wouldn't call it nice, no," Derek replied dryly. "Is your mom planning to come for any teacher conferences in the fall?"

"She's definitely that kind of mom, yeah," Kira said, rolling her eyes. "I think she means well though."

"Mom's are like that." Oh, go be more tragic, Derek.

He paused, wondering if he should even do this. It wasn't like she was a wolf or anything, but...

Because saying 'Yer ah kitsune, Kira' probably didn't help her. "Have you noticed anything weird lately?"

But creepy, invasive questions were cool. Yeah.

"You mean besides the totally haunted house I'm currently living in to avoid obnoxiously singing bugs?" Sorry Derek, you were going to have to narrow that question down a bit.

"Welcome to Fandom," he deadpanned. "Pretty sure it once snowed powdered sugar."

"Aww, that sounds nice... and kind of sticky, now that I think about it fully," she said. "Do you like it here? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"Its... nice." Oh god, were they having pleasant conversation?

Yes, because that was how normal people acted. Wasn't it wonderful?

"It's probably nicer for you because you don't have to take a ferry to get to and from your place," she said. "But I'm glad everyone likes it here. That makes me feel better about staying here in the fall instead of going home, or heading off to California."

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"Yeah, avoid California." And all that jazz there. Mostly the murder.

He sighed. "Let me know if anything too weird happens to you here."

For reasons.

Kira perked up at that. "Really? I mean, um, okay I will. Thank you."

Congratulations Derek, you were now her nicest teacher.

He wasn't trying to be!

"You'll get used to most of the things." A beat. "Have some loose clothing for when the island decides to turn you into a guy."

Why did her cheer make him want to help her? And buy her a leather jacket.

Because she was freaking adorable, that was why!

"I've been warned about that, but I keep hoping it won't happen. But my big sibling is a guy, so I feel like he'll be obligated to help me if it does."

"It'll happen." Derek's expression said it all.

Kira opened her mouth to ask if it happened the other way around, but really, Derek's expression answered that and wow, did she not want to picture that at all. "I'll... try to prepare then," she said with a small smile. "I should probably get to the ferry to get to the other island. But it was, um, nice talking to you." And hey, that was actually true, not just polite small talk.

"Kira!" Kathy was thrilled to see Kira still in town. Not just because it was Kira, but because she was only too happy to head back to Ingvar with someone else. The few times she'd had to slip back into her new room after a night in Baltimore had been downright creepy.

Baltimore only had, like, muggers and drug addicts and your run-of-the-mill criminals. It didn't have a feeling like you were being watched--and judged--from every angle.

"Heading back?"

Please be heading back. Or in a mood to have company until you were...

"Kathy, hi!" Kira said, giving her a little wave. "Yeah, I'm heading back, unfortunately. I went by the dorms just to check, but they're still noisy and obnoxious."

"Really?" Kathy's face fell. "Darn. I was hoping they'd be cleared out by now. Aren't there fumigators or something that could deal with this?"

So they wouldn't have to keep sleeping in really creepy rooms? Kathy was pretty sure she'd heard a little girl crying most of last night.

"There should be, wouldn't you think? Maybe the school is punishing us for something?" Kira asked. "Or maybe the school counselor needs more things to do, so they're trying to scare the crap out of us so we need therapy."

"I'm pretty sure most of the people in this school need therapy anyway," Kathy muttered, shaking her head. "The teachers more than the students."

Because...yeah. Look at the roster there.

"Speaking of, what are you taking for classes this semester? Anything exciting?"

"Well, dance class seems like it'll be fun, and Extreme Phys Ed is definitely going to be extreme. I don't know if signing up for that was such a good idea," Kira said. "Ooh, and the guy who teaches Fun in the Sun is hot, but that's a different kind of exciting."

"Oh, are we only in Extreme Phys Ed together?" Kathy asked, disappointed. "I didn't even look around to see who was in it."

There had been a bridge to leap off of and all.

"Who's teaching Fun in the Sun?" It was important to keep track of the hot teachers, after all.

"Mr. Bond," Kira said, grinning. "He's got all these arm muscles and it's really nice."

"Oooh, yeah, he is pretty nice," Kathy agreed. "He just wore suits mostly for Driver's Ed, but..."

She could picture him in swimtrunks. It was a nice picture.

"Have I mentioned recently how unfair this place is?"

"I don't know, I think it's at least a little fair to have this much eyecandy in one place," Kira said. "Not that I feel like I can do anything besides look. And we can't even really take advantage of everyone being in close quarters right now."

Stupid creepy ghosts being all creepy and joy-ruining.

"It's the not being able to do anything besides looking that's unfair," Kathy said with a small laugh. "It's like going to the Cheesecake Factory on the world's most strict diet!"

"Now I want to go to the Cheesecake Factory. Thanks!" Kira said, laughing. "Are you on a super strict... you know, no-cheesecake diet." The cheesecake being boys, of course.

The very hot boys they went to school with, in fact!

"Not really?" Kathy said. "It's more, uhh, I don't think I'm quite the, y'know, caliber of customer the cheesecakes are used to."

Stretch that metaphor a little further, Kathy.

"I've never had, umm, a cheesecake before. And my parents would murder me if they found out I was...snacking? Especially if it was just a plain, white cheesecake. Or any non-Korean ones."

Her parents were...kinda racist. Heck, her dad would freak out about her being friends with Kira if he knew about her mom's heritage. Not even the kitsune bit!

Okay, yeah, her dad was just a straight up asshole.

Booo Kathy's Dad! Half-Koreans were good people too!

"I haven't... you know, had cheesecake either. And I think my dad--no, my dad would probably try to set me up with a buffet and have me pick at the end. My mom, on the other hand, might kill him first."

Yeah, but it was the half-Japanese part that her dad had issues with. No, seriously, he was pretty much an asshole.

That miiiiight have played a teeny-tiny role in Kathy's decision to go by Banzai. Just sayin'.

"Your dad sounds pretty awesome," Kathy said, trying not to sound envious. "I'm pretty sure my parents are hoping to arrange some kind of marriage for me with the son of my dad's coworkers or one of mom's friends or something. Ugh ugh ugh."

"Ew! That's so unfair. This isn't the 1500s," Kira said. "You should be able to pick your own guy, even if he has to impress your parents along the way."

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