[ ayabe is anya's impulse control ]

[constellates]

something will go here

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[constellates]

[look if he seems happier to talk about it, then she is too. she'll keep making these credit card cookies because she likes mammon so much it makes no logical sense]

You are... Сплоченный? Very close to each other?

[it sounds so nice.... she's almost jealous]

[kazokun]

[ Credit card cookies for Mammon... cute.

The question makes his head dip a little, though, falling quiet so only the rush of water can be heard- and then the clank of plates as he starts washing them again so he doesn't keep the water running and waste it. ]

They're pretty close to one another, I guess. The twins play with each other the most, but for the rest of them, their ages are far enough apart that they have their own friends. Ichika would have friends over, and Umetsugu would go out.

[ And Ayabe is not in the equation at all. ]

[constellates]

[ . . . . hm.

That does manage to make her tilt her head.]

"To one another".... not you?

[kazokun]

...I moved out to live in the dormitory at school, so I don't see them anymore.

[ It's a half truth, it's what he did. But he doesn't know if he can say he got along with his siblings before all of that. It always felt like, first and foremost, he was a parent to all of them before he was a brother or a friend or anything close like that. ]

[constellates]

[oh.... her expression drops a little bit, and a guilty feeling sits in her chest as she thinks that she would've liked to keep the softer expression on his face for longer]

... Извините. I am sorry to ask something that made you sad. School is far from home?

[kazokun]

[ Soft Ayabe is limited to around five minutes a day, and he's maxed out, it's not Anya's fault. ]

I'm not sad... [ But he's. something. ] It's about two hours by train, it's pretty close.

[ But he never goes home to visit, and his siblings don't come visit him, it's that sort of relationship now. It'll get resolved in the manga in like the next chapter if he manages to make it out of this place alive. ]

For now, this is fine. Everybody is doing well without me.