Arcane ➼ Teen Wolf

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"Usted vive aquí?" Arcadia asked with a raised eyebrow as Derek pulled the door to his loft open. The place he lived seemed kind of... shady? Living in an abandoned building did not exactly sit well with the girl.

"Sí, yo vivo aquí," he retorted defensively, waiting for the girl to walk into the loft before closing the door. "And where you'll be living until further notice."

She just waved her hand dismissively at him without bothering to turn around, instead taking her time walking into the open room, slowly turning as looked around, surveying the large space before something caught her eye. She turned to look at Derek, furrowing her eyebrows as she pointed at the wall to her right. "Hay un agujero en la pared."

"Uh, yeah—" he began, like he was going to start explaining why there was just a giant hole in the wall of his loft, but he was cut off by someone else.

"Oh thank god," the person said from the top of a spiral staircase to the left of the room before they started to descend them, "do you know how long I've been waiting here with my severed finger for you reattach it? Do you know how hard it is to reattach one own's finger? Well my still severed finger should be proof enough! Why we even drove separately, I don't know—" The person - he - stopped mid-sentence as he reached the bottom of the stairs, holding his severed finger delicately with the hand that still had five fingers attached to it with a look of confusion on his face. He looked from Arcadia to Derek, then back again, before pointing at Arcadia. "Um, who is she?"

"Your niece," Derek said, addressing the man who had just descended the stairs as he walked past Arcadia and over to the right corner of the room where a bed was situated, tossing his bag onto it, "who will be staying with me."

"Usted debe ser mi "tío" Peter," Arcadia said, cautiously following Derek as she gave Peter a very judgemental once-over.

"Excuse me?" Peter said in a tone that would usually be accompanied by a hand on the chest and a shocked intake of breath. He dropped down from the last step, turning his attention to his only nephew. "Since when did I acquire another niece? Because I'm pretty sure that my only sibling had only three children. Unless I have some long-lost brother or sister whom you've just recently come into contact with, which is highly unlikely." He paused, thinking for a moment, before continuing in a falsely forlorn voice, "unless my dear mother, bless her soul, has been resurrected from the dead just to bear children -"

"Will you shut up if I sew your finger back on?" Derek asked irritatedly, turning to scowl at his uncle.

"Maybe," Peter replied, which caused Derek to raise his eyebrows, glancing between Peter's detached finger and Peter himself. Sighing dramatically and with a roll of his eyes, his said, "fine."

"Good," Derek said as he motioned to the small chest that was being used as a table, signalling for Peter to take a seat. He walked past his uncle and to the hole in the wall, stepping into it to retrieve supplies so he could sew his uncle's finger back on.

"So," Peter drawled, addressing Arcadia, as he strolled over to the table, drawing a chair up against it, and placing his finger on the table, "what might your name be? I mean, you're my niece after all, and I should know all my relatives."

Indecisive if she should actually trust Peter or not - since he did seem to be quite an asshole and a drama queen, and that was just the impression that she had gotten from spending no more than two minutes standing in the same room as him - she called to her newly-appointed guardian, eyeing her "tío" warily, "¿debo decirle mi nombre o no?"