[ anya and hunter gonna be besties ]

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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.

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... Come back? Leg went on trip?

[THAT'S EVEN MORE CONCERNING THAN NORMAL]

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Uh... Yeah, you could say that!

[This explains nothing.]

But like I said, it's pretty temporary. Peach helped me find stuff I could use as crutches, too, so it's all good. [...] Speaking of which, though, I'd totally bend over and grab your foot, but I don't really have a way to not fall if I do that, so...

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Oh - Anya will!

[and she doesn't have much trouble with that - hop hop hopping over on one foot, then managing her balance as she goes to retrieve her other leggy by the sock]

Mm... Помогал. I am happy you found help. Do you know why leg is gone...?

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Thanks.

[He sounds grateful once again as he moves the cue stick to free the sock. Once she has it:]

Oh, yeah. It got stolen by something straight out of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

[He says, far too casually.]

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Like book?!

[shE IS NOT CASUAL ABOUT IT]

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Yeah. Although it wasn't really a squid... Loch Ness monster doesn't really fit it, though, either.

[please stop]

Oh, but I'm not hurt or anything, so - you know.

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[mmmmMMMMMM

she doesn't look convinced]

You were not scared....?

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[He pauses for a moment, giving a small shrug.]

I mean - maybe while it was happening. But I'm okay, so there's nothing to really be scared of right now, is there? [It's said sincerely enough, and he follows it up with:] Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

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[she shakes her head and feels like she needs to clarify - ]

Anya is not scared for Anya.

Anya is scared for Hunter. Please do not be hurt.

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[For a moment, he looks surprised by that, even touched - but then he nods.]

I’m not, I promise. And I’ll definitely do my best to keep it that way.

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[okay - that manages to get her expression to ease, nodding with a little bit more confidence]

Good.

If you have stories to tell... that is good - but not because you are unsafe. Реюньон. I hope your leg comes back safe too.

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Surviving against all odds, remember?

[It’s a joke, an attempt to lighten the mood again, and he nods.]

Peach said it would. I don’t think she’s the type to lie about something like that.