[ anya and hunter gonna be besties ]

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week 0, saturday

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[anya's back in the ballroom on saturday evening! it looks like she's grabbed a book from the library and she's even going to be humming along with the background music at this point, because she's gotten to know the song so well. she's in the middle of moving a chair from the dining table to set it up riiiight in front of the tall tall windows -

when she notices hunter passing by for whatever reason]

Oh! Извините... Excuse me. Do you have time...?

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[He’s wandering around the unlocked rooms again, a little bit uncertain of what else to do at this point. Maybe that’s part of the reason why that, as soon as he hears her speaking to him, he turns with a smile, nodding.]

Yeah, of course. What’s up?

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[oh - he seems nice. she looks a little sheepish]

Um... Меня зовут Аня. I am Anya... We did not meet before but -

Would you like to meet now?

[she's going to gesture toward where she's setting up her stuff in front of the windows!!]

You look... nervous?

w1, monday.

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[It's late in the evening when Hunter leaves the mansion again to get some air. He's... Hm, taken a set of pool cues from the billiards room and is using them as makeshift crutches. The reason for that is clear enough; one of his legs is gone from the knee down. Which isn't exactly rare this week, but he doesn't seem like he's looking for it at all, either. Weird.

Either way, he's distracted by Anya's socked foot hopping along past him. On instinct, he takes one of the pool cues and sets it down quickly on the sock so it can't Escape. Once that's done, he glances her way.]

I'm gonna go ahead and guess this is yours?

[Given the fact that she has a matching sock.]

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[BELATED - but she's just going to perk up!!!]

Спасибо! [she says as she just fucking hops over carefully on one leg - both feetsies have heels, so it sure has been a time] Thank you, Hunter!

Your leg next?

[she'll help him!]

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Oh - that's really nice of you to offer.

[He establishes that first, looking honestly grateful. As he goes on, though, he looks a little bit sheepish.]

It's not really around, but Peach said it'll probably come back tomorrow at the latest. So, it's all good.

w1, friday.

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[Two teens walk into a kitchen...

And it's completely wrecked, from the looks of it. Hunter, in patchwork clothing with straw falling out of it for whatever reason, surveys the damage as he takes a step inside, his expression concerned.]

What could have happened in here...?

[He glances Anya's way with a small frown, wanting to see how she's taking this in.]

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[ . . . . . She looks at his clothes and is curious - but then she decides she'll ask after dealing with the mess.

she's just as concerned. it shows on her face, but it doesn't stop her from moving forward, carefully stepping around things and picking up the train of her dress just in case]

.... Cooking? Last night...?

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Maybe there was some kind of struggle, or someone was looking for something in here? Something went down, at least.

[He looks down at the ground, seeing water and... some other substance. After he bends down to carefully touch it, he frowns.]

It's... kind of slimy.

week 1, post-trial

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[what is UP

anya is HERE in the library, actually. she's looking at cookbooks even as she has her bandaged hand held close to her

does

does she mean to go straight into the kitchen after losing her fingies]

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[He's been focused on finding her, and when he comes across her in the library, his focus is on her injury rather than what she's reading at first. It's good to see it bandaged, but even apart from her hand... For someone as caring as she is, he can't imagine this is easy for her.

Still, after their conversation earlier in the week, he doesn't want to make her feel like she's worrying him too much. He tries to keep his voice light.]

...How are you holding up?

w2, tuesday.

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[It's about halfway through the day when Hunter heads into the kitchen. There's some light excitement about this; as crazy as things are, it's nice to take a break like this with a friend. He's tired by now, but if there's any lingering stress there, it's... pushed away, somehow.

He offers her a smile as soon as he sees her, raising a hand in greeting.]

So, what's on the menu?

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[ - before he even arrives, there's a tingling feeling of loneliness. Of a phantom ache in his right index finger and pinky, interspersed with the occasional jolt of pain. But I'm sure it's nothing.

Anya, meanwhile, is already getting all the ingredients together and none of these emotions show on her face except for a smile.]

Угадай! Guess.

[given that it's assorted veggies, salami, dough, flour, and red sauce....]

week 2, friday

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[shit happens so much.

somehow she's managed to get away from ayabe for the time being, probably because she desperately needed the time to cry, and even now she's trying not to but - ah, it's hard. she doesn't expect to find someone else in the garden even as she wipes away at her face with the back of her gloved hand -

and then pauses, straightening]

Hunter...?

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[Something about this place is calming. He might not have known any of the victims too well, but this is still...

Whatever he's feeling, he sets it aside as he notices Anya. His face shifts in concern once we realizes she's been crying, and he takes a step towards her.]

...Pretty bad, huh?

[Just. The general state of affairs.]

w2, sunday.

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[When Anya finally finds him, he's in the basement. He wanted to find the place where the least people would look for him, and his first thought is the morgue, but - he can't. Not right now.

If she comes into the wine cellar, she'll find him sitting near one of the racks. It's clear he's been crying, but now he's just... Silent, staring at the opposite wall. That is, until he sees her, and he springs up immediately.]

Sorry - sorry, I'll leave—

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[ - ah.

She was looking for him - and immediately, once he springs up, she moves faster. There's no immediate words because she knows she'll stumble over them in her rush, but for now there is only her arms come up to wrap around him in a hug, holding him in place stubbornly but warmly.]

No. Оставаться. Stay - please stay. Do not go.

w3, monday.

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[He's exploring the new areas this week, and the astronomy tower is one of his favorites of the rooms that have opened. When he sees Anya inside the room as he enters, he hesitates, but - unlike yesterday, he doesn't attempt to leave immediately. There's a pause of a few seconds before he speaks.]

...Nice view, huh?

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[honestly this time he could've gone and left and she wouldn't have noticed, it looks like she's absolutely enthralled in the star charts, maybe them out with her fingers and looking at her notebook - when she hears his voice, she jumps a little and then hides the notebook behind her back

before giving him a bright smile when she sees him]

Прекрасный! Beautiful - the best! Come see...!

[and she'll actually rush to him, reaching out with her uninjured hand to grab one of his before he can run]

w6, monday.

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[It's around seven or so that he heads into the kitchen. He's looking around for a few people and Anya is one of them, so he gives her a smile when he sees her.]

Hey. Did you miss being able to cook for everyone?

[There was the pizza, but.]

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[well - given that she's managed to open the cupboards and is looking through it, she laughs a little]

Mm! Very much - was going to see if I could make something quick...

Препараты. Are you preparing too?

please i don't know the weeks at all. friday.

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[somehow

in the middle of everything

hunter is going to smell pizza coming from the kitchen]

you're so valid

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[He can give a good guess about who might be behind that, so he's heading into the kitchen as he smells it, giving her a tired smile. His face is bruised and scraped, but there's no other visible damage, even though he seems to wince every so often.]

You doing okay...?

w6, saturday.

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[He's happy that everything worked out so well, but... There's a part of this that's bittersweet, too. He's wandering around the area a last time, not quite certain how to spend this last evening, but when he sees Anya—]

...Hey.

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[He's feeling bittersweet - and she gets it, she'll probably be their shortly.

But what she feels right now is pure elation over both being healed and being in her own body again, so guess who's immediately bolting for him - if he has any injuries that I, Dana, have forgotten then she'll avoid them but otherwise.

It's hug time.]

Hunter!