[This at least gets him to stop being a moron for half a second. He focused, but not, like, in the eyes of course.] Taste and sound...? Sight...? --Our senses?! [Oh no. He tries to scramble his brain for what he knows about curses, or poisoning, or
just
whatever can get rid of senses. Why isn't his uncle here?! :'(]
she looks surprised for a moment before she sort of just - does what she always does, when someone in front of her looks nervous. she will gently warn again - ]
It is just Anya.
[ - before she will move to let her hand rest on top of his, trying to get him to calm]
[AAAAA. He almost falls out of the side of the chair with how hard he leans away. It's fine. He yanks his hands to himself and uses them instead to grab the edge of the table and the back of the chair.]
I'm fine! I know how to be calm! [He doesn't have his Jiang silver bell... :'( How is his mind going to be calm and untainted by status effects?] So they stole our things and now stole our senses?
[HIS BOX. It's fine. Quickly, he turns and stands, but trips over his chair and goes wildly down onto the ground with it once it tips over. He hovers there on his hands and knees a moment, stewing in embarrassment, and then pounds the ground with one fist while he head drops.]
This is humiliating... If I find out who did this... I'll really make them beg for their life!
[PLEASE STOP THIS CHAOTIC BOY - she's going to immediately stand when he trips over though, and completely fail to catch him because he's too much of a mess.
. . . well, up until she'll just move to walk in front of him, kneeling down so that they're back to more or less the same level.]
Jin Ling...
[she frets, not sure what to say in this situation, but,,]
Не знаю... I do not know who is fault, or what to do...
[It takes him a few moments, but he finally leans up and rocks back onto his feet and heels. His face is incredibly sour.] I'm fine. I can do it myself. [Even if he doesn't try to get up right yet.]
They stole my sight... And? Why?! Taste, hearing--what about you?! You can obviously hear. Can you see?
is going to wait until he gets up before she gets up, because she doesn't quite buy it,]
Да. See, hear, taste, smell - okay. But... touch is hard. Um... Hеяркий? Not that strong, it feels... numb. Anya was hit in the head earlier, but it did not hurt.
[which is, separately concerning,]
... It is not that bad.
[compared to everyone else's, she thinks that she's got it pretty easy if you don't consider her constant wish to be holding onto someone]
[At first, he thinks she's going to simply say she's fine. NOT THAT HE DOESN'T WANT HER TO NOT BE FINE. Just--wow. But no, she's screwed, too. His face pinches; he can't tell how she feels about it by her expression. Her voice sounds like she's trying to make it not a big deal.]
You were what?! How?! With what?!
[GOD, SHE'S PROBABLY WALKING AROUND WITH A CONCUSSION and doesn't even know it.]
- no it wasn't that hard, she's at least being a little bit more careful now. though she'll just bring up her hands in a placating gesture not that he can like. see it. hm.]
Pool ball. It is okay. Небольшой. Only a bump. An accident...
Pool-what? Go talk to one of the physicians! You're going to wind up dead because you can't feel anything! [Sheesh. Brows furrowed, he decides to get back to his feet. Apparently, getting up is a lot easier than trying to flee half-blind.] Stupid...
You won't be able to do anything for anyone if you're hurt and don't know.
but anya is more of a cute, cuddly shark than she is an outright aggressive one. so she just tilts her head a little bit before she just shakes her head.]
I will try not to make trouble for you.
Спасибо. Thank you for being worried. It is sweet - but I am okay. Promise.
[and then she's just going to head back over to the table and helpfully pull his chair out for him so he doesn't trip over it - ]
Eat first? Or you will be more hungry and more angry.
I'm not hungry, [he says stubbornly. Even though he was literally trying to eat two minutes ago.] Would you just go and let that woman see you? I can't tell--you could be bleeding! If this place really does have fierce corpses, they'll be attracted to your blood!
[I love Anya completely ghosting over how crazy Jin Ling sounds yelling about zombies.]
You-- [Oh. He tenses in the arms and shoulders, but only because he doesn't know what the fuck a pirozhki is, and he's being forced to hold it. Oh, food. He gives it a very slight squish.] What...?
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[This at least gets him to stop being a moron for half a second. He focused, but not, like, in the eyes of course.] Taste and sound...? Sight...? --Our senses?! [Oh no. He tries to scramble his brain for what he knows about curses, or poisoning, or
just
whatever can get rid of senses. Why isn't his uncle here?! :'(]
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she looks surprised for a moment before she sort of just - does what she always does, when someone in front of her looks nervous. she will gently warn again - ]
It is just Anya.
[ - before she will move to let her hand rest on top of his, trying to get him to calm]
Спокойствие... Calm, please. Breathe in and out.
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I'm fine! I know how to be calm! [He doesn't have his Jiang silver bell... :'( How is his mind going to be calm and untainted by status effects?] So they stole our things and now stole our senses?
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Извините... I am sorry.
[he must not like having her touch him very much, and she feels a bit guilty over it.]
Um - maybe so... I do not know if it is on purpose... Maybe ask Peach, Plum, or Pumpkin?
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[HIS BOX. It's fine. Quickly, he turns and stands, but trips over his chair and goes wildly down onto the ground with it once it tips over. He hovers there on his hands and knees a moment, stewing in embarrassment, and then pounds the ground with one fist while he head drops.]
This is humiliating... If I find out who did this... I'll really make them beg for their life!
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. . . well, up until she'll just move to walk in front of him, kneeling down so that they're back to more or less the same level.]
Jin Ling...
[she frets, not sure what to say in this situation, but,,]
Не знаю... I do not know who is fault, or what to do...
Let me help you up first?
[so he doesn't immediately fall again]
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They stole my sight... And? Why?! Taste, hearing--what about you?! You can obviously hear. Can you see?
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is going to wait until he gets up before she gets up, because she doesn't quite buy it,]
Да. See, hear, taste, smell - okay. But... touch is hard. Um... Hеяркий? Not that strong, it feels... numb. Anya was hit in the head earlier, but it did not hurt.
[which is, separately concerning,]
... It is not that bad.
[compared to everyone else's, she thinks that she's got it pretty easy if you don't consider her constant wish to be holding onto someone]
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You were what?! How?! With what?!
[GOD, SHE'S PROBABLY WALKING AROUND WITH A CONCUSSION and doesn't even know it.]
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- no it wasn't that hard, she's at least being a little bit more careful now. though she'll just bring up her hands in a placating gesture not that he can like. see it. hm.]
Pool ball. It is okay. Небольшой. Only a bump. An accident...
Do not worry.
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You won't be able to do anything for anyone if you're hurt and don't know.
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Обеспокоенный... You are worried about me?
[that's what it means, right]
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I'm not dealing with you if your body turns into a fierce corpse because you died resentfully.
[Firstly, that's literally his job. Secondly, Anya doesn't have an angry, bitter bone in her body, Jin Ling.]
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but anya is more of a cute, cuddly shark than she is an outright aggressive one. so she just tilts her head a little bit before she just shakes her head.]
I will try not to make trouble for you.
Спасибо. Thank you for being worried. It is sweet - but I am okay. Promise.
[and then she's just going to head back over to the table and helpfully pull his chair out for him so he doesn't trip over it - ]
Eat first? Or you will be more hungry and more angry.
[and then he'll turn into asch]
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I'm not hungry, [he says stubbornly. Even though he was literally trying to eat two minutes ago.] Would you just go and let that woman see you? I can't tell--you could be bleeding! If this place really does have fierce corpses, they'll be attracted to your blood!
Did you even check a mirror?
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Да. Anya is a performer - if I do not take care of my body, it is bad. It is also bad if I worry people, so I will not get into more trouble.
[she's also going to just start reaching for her pirozhki basket. she wraps it on a napkin and then reaches out to guide it into his hands slowly]
Pirozhki.
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You-- [Oh. He tenses in the arms and shoulders, but only because he doesn't know what the fuck a pirozhki is, and he's being forced to hold it. Oh, food. He gives it a very slight squish.] What...?
What is it? It feels like... bread.
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Pirozhki.
[SHE REPEATS IT AGAIN - ]
Russian food... Made by me. Easier to eat, maybe?
[since he just has to lift it up to his mouth and the filling is contained inside]