(outfit for chapter above) ━━━━━ ˚ . ✦ chapter forty seven find me
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ELIZA WAS READY to put Eichen House behind her, except Stiles. She couldn't see herself forgetting him.
"So what's the plan? We just kidnap Scott in asylum pajamas?" Malia asked, trying to keep up with Eliza's pace.
Eliza stopped, turning to look at Malia. "You're right. We need regular clothes." Eliza held her pointer finger out, the rest limp, making a circle motion. Scarlet mist covered Malia, her clothes changing. Her pajama pants changing into blue jeans, her shirt into a jean jacket with a black tank top and her fuzzy slippers into combat boots.
"It fits you." She did the same thing but her finger pointed towards her. Her robe turned into a white matching set, her stomach protruding.
"I thought you didn't know you were pregnant?" Eliza looked down, not understanding what Malia meant. Then it clicked, she was talking about her stomach.
"I thought I was just fat." Eliza shrugged, leaning forward to see her feet. "Cute shoes! I want heels though." She pointed down, her sneakers changing into heels. "Open toe or closed toe?"
"I have no idea what that means." Malia said with a straight face.
"Closed toe. I haven't gotten my feet done. Or my nails." Eliza thought.
"How do you know about any of this?" Malia asked.
"Brunski was sweet on me. I had a tv with nothing but Keeping up with the Kardashians and reruns of The Parker's." Eliza answered, "Maybe he was just scared, either way that's how I learned everything."
"Okay, so what's the plan? Find Scott and then what?" Malia crossed her arms.
"Yeah. Find Scott. That's my endgame." Eliza said, putting her game face back on.
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MALIA AND ELIZA found themselves in he middle of a street. A fairly suburban neighborhood. In front of them was Scott McCall's home.
"Upgrade from Eichen." Eliza said.
"Upgrade from the woods. We going in?" Malia turned to look at Eliza.
There was a look of thought, "We are."
Her foot stepped forward, her heel grinding against the concrete. She was hesitating, like her body didn't want her to continue.
"Are you sure? Because you're not moving." Malia looked at her unmoving stature.
"Do you know what you're looking for?" Eliza quizzed, looking around. The basement was dusty, Eliza coughing with her hand over her moth, the other fanning the dust away.
