[Without looking directly at her, he looks a bit surprised for some reason. And then almost immediately, he frowns and looks back at what he's cutting a little more slowly and deliberately.]
[Bewildered, he turns his head to stare at her.] What...? ["Learn"?!]
You don't even know how to make it! [He's defensive, but it seems strangely so. About this soup.] It has to be spicy! It... It won't be the same anyway!
I meant—here! In this place! No one cares about the rest of us! Ayabe doesn’t count! Everyone only cares about themselves. Sect Leader Nie only cares about me because my uncle will break his legs if anything happens.
she actually has to look away for a little bit, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth because she's giggling
and then she turns back to him, perfectly sure of herself - ]
Beau cares about me. Toi cares about me. [she raises her bandaged hand as if for proof of that] Mammon. Zenitsu. Every day, even in bad place, Anya gets many care and love. Very lucky.
[she's well-loved and she knows it, and it'll be very hard to convince her otherwise]
[Nooooooo, stop! Don’t list them! Jin Ling hates it. His face twists, like he isn’t sure whether to be embarrassed, or humiliated, or... hurt? Jealous? It’s funny to Anya, but it doesn’t look like he finds it funny himself.]
Stop! You don’t even know me! If you’re so lucky, then stay with them, and leave me alone!
[He’s mostly finished at least, but he drops the knife on the counter and turns to flee.]
Anya looks a little surprised at the outburst though - and she does reach out to try to catch onto his hand with one of her own
It's too bad that she's automatically reaching with her right, injured one though, and suddenly putting pressure manages to agitate her injury which makes her wince and pull back rather immediately because she doesn't want to bleed on him - ]
[The brush would maybe not be enough to make him stop on some occasions, but the fact that it's Anya, the fact that he remembers she's trying to grab him minus dos fingies, well--it gets him to jerk to a halt. He turns around, looking shocked,
and then looking angry, as usual.]
What are you doing?! Don't grab things when you've just lost two fingers!
You could have asked me to stop instead! [Not that he would have listened maybe, so this unfortunately worked out for the better.] This is why you shouldn't be in here trying to cook right after this!
Ugh, here!
[He starts digging around in his pockets. He pulls out a little baggy and hands it to her.] Steep this for five minutes and then drink it. It helps with pain. [Anya now has.........uno baggy of weed.]
if she asked him to stop then it wouldn't have worked - but then she'll pause when he offers something out to her and she'll carefully reach out to take it, holding it in her hands. it's a baggy of weed, but she looks genuinely surprised and touched to even receive something from someone else]
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[she really does only grow a backbone when it comes to her friends,,
but regardless she'll just look over]
... Jin Ling's favorite is...?
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...Lotus root soup.
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Okay. Два. Two days. Anya will learn.
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You don't even know how to make it! [He's defensive, but it seems strangely so. About this soup.] It has to be spicy! It... It won't be the same anyway!
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Mm... you could help, if you want to taste.
But... Подарок. Anya wants to make it a gift, so you cannot work too hard.
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Why...?
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Добрый. You are nice to me... even when I do many things to make you unhappy.
So I should try to make you happy instead.
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[AAAA. He can’t even deny it because she will just be as stubborn as ever and refuse.]
You’re as bad as Ayabe! I don’t understand why either of you care about anyone else when no one cares about you!
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that said anya looks a little surprised]
You think no one cares about me?
[as if the thought never even occurred to her]
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I meant—here! In this place! No one cares about the rest of us! Ayabe doesn’t count! Everyone only cares about themselves. Sect Leader Nie only cares about me because my uncle will break his legs if anything happens.
[1/2]
she actually has to look away for a little bit, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth because she's giggling
and then she turns back to him, perfectly sure of herself - ]
Beau cares about me. Toi cares about me. [she raises her bandaged hand as if for proof of that] Mammon. Zenitsu. Every day, even in bad place, Anya gets many care and love. Very lucky.
[she's well-loved and she knows it, and it'll be very hard to convince her otherwise]
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Ты мне нравишься. I like you. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy.
And I am not scared of someone breaking my legs.
[anya isn't scared of most things?]
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Stop! You don’t even know me! If you’re so lucky, then stay with them, and leave me alone!
[He’s mostly finished at least, but he drops the knife on the counter and turns to flee.]
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Anya looks a little surprised at the outburst though - and she does reach out to try to catch onto his hand with one of her own
It's too bad that she's automatically reaching with her right, injured one though, and suddenly putting pressure manages to agitate her injury which makes her wince and pull back rather immediately because she doesn't want to bleed on him - ]
Oh—
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and then looking angry, as usual.]
What are you doing?! Don't grab things when you've just lost two fingers!
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Mm...
Оставаться. I did not want you to go.
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Ugh, here!
[He starts digging around in his pockets. He pulls out a little baggy and hands it to her.] Steep this for five minutes and then drink it. It helps with pain. [Anya now has.........uno baggy of weed.]
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if she asked him to stop then it wouldn't have worked - but then she'll pause when he offers something out to her and she'll carefully reach out to take it, holding it in her hands. it's a baggy of weed, but she looks genuinely surprised and touched to even receive something from someone else]
... oh -
Спасибо... Thank you very much.