[ ayabe is anya's impulse control ]

[constellates]

something will go here

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w2, monday

[kazokun]

[ When Anya enters the music room, she can find Ayabe towards the back sifting through some of the stringed instruments- banjos and lutes and guitars and an entire harp six feet tall that makes a pretty glissando when Ayabe's elbow accidentally brushes against it but he's quick to reach out and still the strings in between his hands to make them shut up.

Current emotion: hopeful, actually. But the anxious, frenetic sort of hopeful. ]

[constellates]

[Anya's heart flutters with a light sort of curiosity, and it does a happy little leap once she notices not only the music room - but also Ayabe inside it.]

Oh - Здравствуйте! Hello. Looking at music?

[ - that said, she will extend her right hand before realizing that's her injured one and then there's a flash of shame before she darts it behind her back instead.]

[kazokun]

[ That happy little leap feels like a heart attack with how foreign it is and for a moment that's what Ayabe thinks is happening, wholly confused and bewildered as he looks at the space her hand was half a second ago, then up properly at Anya herself. ]

Not exactly...

[ Whatever he was looking for doesn't matter. He gestures at the hand Anya is very bad at hiding. ]

Does it hurt?

[constellates]

[Well, he'll get the answer incoming as there appears to be a semi-painful throb at his knuckle on his right hand, where his index finger and pinky finger are meant to be.

It's probably nothing.]

Mm... Маленький. Only little.

[who knew anya was a liar]

[kazokun]

[ He makes a face instead of a noise, bringing his hand up to stare at but there's no bug bite— his initial thought— and he didn't bang it on anything or cut it open on anything either, so he just makes a fist with his hand and unclenches it again and it feels fine. Weird. ]

Okay...

[ Anya is a liar and Ayabe is a fool who believes her. ]

If it does, there might be some Tylenol around here. Too bad it's not the drowsy kind.

[ Even before insomnia week, he's had trouble sleeping, but it'll be future him's problem because his mind keeps getting drawn back to something else, restless and desperate. ]

Can you help me find something? I'm looking for a guitar case. An empty one.

[constellates]

[oh - she nods at that]

Да. Yes, I will help. Why empty...?

[but she'll also start moving - because this weird, foreign anxiety in her bones sure is distracting and she'd like to get rid of it (haha)]

[kazokun]

...So there's space to put things inside it.

[ The anxiety digs in a little deeper when he says that, like he's hoping she doesn't ask too many questions because he doesn't want to talk about what stupid things he's going to keep inside that guitar case. The spike of anxiety doesn't seem to bother him at all, though- he's used to it, and as long as it doesnt' get in the way of breathing, he won't do anything about it, looking through the closets/shelves/lockers/however a music room is set up. ]

[constellates]

[oh - the anxiety hits, and she's not sure what to make of the feeling at all, really. she'll blink a few times and then rest her hand over her heart momentarily, pausing in her search

but then]

Важный. To keep important things?

[kazokun]

Sort of.

[ They're vague answers and he knows it, sighing as he pulls away from where he's looking, with no luck. It's just instruments, plain out in the open and those aren't the important things he wants to keep inside of the bag. ]

I used to have one, a guitar case. What I kept inside was important, but so was the bag itself, it was a gift somebody who means a lot to me. If I had something like that here, I would feel more comfortable.

[ It's something like a security blanket and even if they do find a case, it'll only be a pale replacement. But he still thinks it would help, carrying around something from somebody special, who makes him feel a little more settled when he thinks about that person. And also slightly pissed, because, haha. ]