[ ayabe is anya's impulse control ]

[constellates]

something will go here

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[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. ]