kevin: no but for real though

[rulesofthewild]

Malia will be the first to admit that she doesn't understand people. Even after all this time in Darrow, around humans constantly and no longer chasing the supernatural or running for her life, human culture is something that eludes her.

Kevin's voicemails are no different. And the flower dog is just . . . weird. But kind of cute. She stares at it from her spot on her bed. It's sitting on her dresser, facing her with its manufactured eyes. She looks down at her phone, then finally grabs it. She stares at Kevin's phone number for a minute or two.

"I'm being stupid, " she grumbles to herself. With a huff, she climbs off her bed, gathers her things, and heads out the door.

It's not hard to find Kevin's scent. She's been practicing. Her time with Derek has been paying off. And it helps that Kevin is everywhere, all the time. Following the scent, though, is a different matter, and she finds herself ready to give up before she realizes she's at his apartment building. She looks at the little name plates and finds his. Tenth floor.

She jams her finger against the buzzer for a long, solid thirty seconds.

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[latterdaysaint]

Kevin's ironing when he hears the buzzer. It's a part of his routine that he finds oddly therapeutic, which if probably silly, but for some reason it typically helps him wind down from the day. Reading scripture used the do that, once upon a time. Now it almost has the opposite effect. It put him on edge.

Almost the same way an unexpected visitor did. He hasn't ordered any food and it hadn't been long enough since the last time Danny had checked on him to make sure he was sober and not online shopping under the influence for it to be him again. Not that Danny would need to use the buzzer anyway.

"Thank you," he says into the intercom, spinning an empty hanger, "for... making sure the button still works. Hello?" Whoever is out there needs to work of their technique. Laying on the bell is a no-no. That was basic Missionary 101.