[ anya and hunter gonna be besties ]

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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.

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[thanks she hates that]

... Not good....

[you don't say - but she will walk a few more steps and peer down]

Water...? [and she'll step toward the counter] There is - беспорядок... Big mess. Everything tipped...

[ . . . ]

Nia wanted to learn more cooking.

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You think she might have been in here near curfew...?

[It isn't exactly a happy thought. He didn't know her too well, but she seemed sweet, and this... With a sigh, he turns towards Anya. If she knows that much about her...]

Were you friends? I'm really sorry.

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[anya pauses at the question even as she looks at the counter, trying to take everything in

her answer is a little delayed, but she will turn to hunter with a small, forced smile]

... we did not talk a lot - but I want to be friends. Um... Прошедшее время? ... Wanted.

[already switching to past tense is... hard,]

... please do not worry about me.

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...Would it help if I said it wasn't just you?

[That he's worried about, that is. He's going to guess the answer is no, but...]

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[ . . . she looks down briefly, letting the smile drop]

.... Hunter is very nice. To have a big heart... important.

[ . . . ]

But - Толстая. Me being here... People are scared with that. For me to be scared, or make them worry more for me... It feels...

Heavy. I do not want to be heavy.

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Well - hey, no matter what, I promise you aren't making me do anything. My arm isn't being twisted.

[He gets what she means, though, and that feeling of not wanting to be a burden... It's probably a common one, but it's definitely something he knows.]

I get what you mean, but... If you ever do need someone to talk to, I promise it isn't so heavy.

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[she pauses a little bit at that before giving him a smile]

A hug after cleaning - maybe?

[that's her compromise - she feels nervous not having the words for things that she wants, but she's hardly going to be against receiving a little comfort]

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[He nods.]

Yeah. Whatever you need.

[And then, surveying the room again:]

Where should we start?

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[she pauses briefly before going through everything - ]

Mm... wiping down maybe...

[she'll also start to try righting the appliances so that they can actually be standing again instead of having fallen]

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[Assuming there's a garbage can, he goes to drag it over so he can start dumping some of the ingredients that have been tossed around inside.]

If you find anything else weird while you're doing that, holler, okay?

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[she's going to nod - and then get to work!! when it comes to trying to get the slime off the floor, she uses a paper towel but

it sure isn't budging]

Почему.... Cannot be cleaned...? But dirty...

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[He turns towards her again as she speaks, frowning for a moment before:]

... Last week, Beau said she could see fur and blood on the staircase, but nobody else could. I wonder if it’s the same as this. Some kind of illusion, or something only we can see...?

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[thanks she hates it

there's a frown]

.... So... to clean is to do nothing?

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Maybe it’s better in a way. I mean, leaving everything the way it is means that no evidence gets lost, right?

[He isn’t sure whether that’s comforting, but.]

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[she pauses]

But... can people eat...?

[maybe they'll just have to eat what peach makes but some people don't like that]

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Well - if it is like it was for Beau last week, maybe no one but us sees the mess.

[He might not be 100% on that, but he doesn’t want her to worry too much.]