( the vague scratching sound at the front door sounds less like a normal person knock and more like the plaintive sound of clary's idiot cat getting locked out for the billionth time. only louder, and decidedly more aggressive. as if her roommate's idiot cat had grown about ten sizes bigger and more needy overnight.
kimberly opens the door, because she knows malia is coming over, but a literal coyote outside the front door with clothing in its mouth is decidedly not the thing she's expecting to see. )
Oh my god — for fuck's sake, you're a coyote...
( maybe she should have prepared herself for this. if that was even possible. was it possible to be mentally prepared for a goddamn coyote to show up on your doorstep? )
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kimberly opens the door, because she knows malia is coming over, but a literal coyote outside the front door with clothing in its mouth is decidedly not the thing she's expecting to see. )
Oh my god — for fuck's sake, you're a coyote...
( maybe she should have prepared herself for this. if that was even possible. was it possible to be mentally prepared for a goddamn coyote to show up on your doorstep? )