[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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. . . 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]