Arcane ➼ Teen Wolf

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                    ** TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE END **

"A dónde vas?" Arcadia asked as she descended the stairs, ducking her head so she could see Derek, who was walking towards the front door.

It had just hit three in the afternoon at the loft, and Arcadia had finally decided to venture out of her room. Well, she had already left her room once earlier today – she had come downstairs to eat breakfast. It had been a weird experience, not being woken up by Lara at the crack of dawn and pushed into her bathroom so she could get ready for the day, even though the day consisted of nothing that couldn't be done in pajamas. She was actually able to sleep in for once, even if it was just an hour later than usual, before her internal clock forced her awake. So she had spent the rest of the morning looking around in her room for things that she might have missed last night when she had quickly unpacked, before deciding to check out the rest of the upstairs of the building. In her exploring, she found a two bags full of a girl's clothes (probably Cora's), a bag full of a boy's clothes, several broken pieces of furniture, and a way out onto the roof that involved a very rusty and probably not safe at all fire escape.

"Out," Derek replied, which received an eye roll from the girl. "Para la tienda de comestibles," he elaborated.

"Puedo ir contigo?" she asked as she made a pass behind the bar that was the support of the staircase. She hadn't been grocery shopping since her mother was still alive, with the one exception when she was 15 and Lara couldn't go to get food because she was sick, but Arcadia was still accompanied by the most intimidating-looking resident of Casa de Los Lobos – Emilia. She was tall and had a permanent scowl etched onto her face, but she was one of the nicest people that Arcadia had ever met, especially around children.

"¿En serio? ¿Tu quieres ir de compras conmigo?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"Sí, lo hago," she answered, reaching the bottom of the staircase.

"Lo siento," he said, a faint smirk making its way onto his face. "Usted está en bloqueo hacia abajo. Y voy a ser capaz de decir si deja aquí, así que ni siquiera intenta."

Arcadia resisted the urge to growl at him, but she was slightly glad that he wasn't allowing her to go shopping with him; she had this fear of crowds of people. Specifically, crowds of strangers. It was something that had developed by the way she had been raised: to not to talk to anyone she didn't know unless whoever she was staying with her said it was okay and to avoid strange people as often as possible. So she grew up into an asocial, seemingly introverted girl with a hard outer shell to ward people off.

"Puesto que usted va a salir, necesito que me casigas algunas cosas." She reached into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. It was a list that she had made earlier in the morning after she had returned to her room from exploring. She walked the distance from the stairs to where Derek was standing and held out the piece of paper for him. He took it and unfolded it, reading what was written on it.

"Velas, el pan de los muertos, sal, manzanas, papel picado, calaveras de azúcar, whisky, papel picado, cempazuchitl y calas blancas." He looked up at the girl who was standing in front of him before he asked, "cempazuchitl?"

"Caléndulas. Marigolds, orange ones," she said, before adding, "I can make the pan de los muertos and I'm sure you have salt here somewhere."

"This is for Día de los Muertos, isn't it? For your ofrenda?"

"Sí," she said rather quietly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "El Día de los Inocentes es mañana. Puedo pagar por –"