[ anya is gonna make asch so many cookies ]

[constellates]

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week one, friday

[constellates]

[let's be clear that anya would have been 100% useless during the cauterizing of asch's wound -

but it's not going to stop her from fretting. sometime after the chaos has died down and she's done other things to try to calm herself, she takes in a deep breath and then goes to knock on his room door]

Asch - awake? It is Anya... Войти? Okay to enter?

[getdrekt]

[Asch is

unremarkably

in bed.

he's sort of been phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it's a bit up and down. Still, the door is open (probably so that whoever's around can keep an eye on him), and he's at least staying put.

At the sound on Anya's knock, his eyes blink slowly to fully open, and he adjusts.]

It's okay.

[As she enters, she'll notice there's a variety of... stuff around him. Glasses of water, cup of tea, pudding cups? Shockingly, considering his shithole attitude, it looks like people have been coming around.]

week one, post-trial

[constellates]

[abSOLUTELY hate this

and by that i mean the second that Anya's hand gets patched up, she's going to be nyooming straight back to Asch's cage. there is no holding back and she looks so serious about what she's going to ask him. there are tear tracks on her cheeks but NEVERMIND]

Любимая еда? Asch's favorite food?

[getdrekt]

[oh man

it's like, rule number ONE, you don't make girls cry.........

but since he already fucked that one up, he actively flounders to think up a favorite food. the panic isn't so much evident on his face as the pause is.]

Uh.

Chicken?

[NO IDIOT NO ONE'S FAVORITE FOOD IS CHICKEN!!!!!]

...Anything with chicken in it.

[THAT'S NOT TRUE EITHER??????]

But. No. Octopus. [And then, quieter:] Or carrots.

[COOL NOW HE JUST LOOKS LIKE A CHILD!!!!! THIS SUCKS, FINAL MEALS SUCK]

[constellates]

[ . . . . . well, she looks like he's taking him very seriously. unfortunate. so she's going to just pause for a little bit before... nodding. it sounds like it's a little hard for her to totally wrap her head around but...]

... okay.

Что еще? Other things you want...? I will go get.

[she's so determined, she's trying really hard not to lose it in front of him so

making herself useful!!]

[getdrekt]

Other things? Uh.

[PANIC

THINK

THINK!!!]

Cho...Chocolate?

[When did he last eat that?? Not any time in the past year, that was for sure.





did he asking a girl for chocolate AAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

uhhhh W4 after arrival but before the twewy gang? that night? whatever??

[getdrekt]

[it's late at night. not that that matters, because they are GHOSTS, and don't need to sleep, eat, drink, or rest.

so Asch is up, naturally, lounging on the Asch Memorial Bed in his fancy lad clothing, shoes neatly arranged at the door.

he has a pile of books next to him, and he's curled around one about transportation. he's mulling over the space shuttle, apparently?

the door is shut, but not locked. hewwo??]

[constellates]

[they sure are GHOSTS who do not need to sleep, eat, drink, or rest - however anya hasn't really seemed to get the memo!! so she's going to knock on the door politely]

Asch? It is Anya. Войти? Okay to enter?

[getdrekt]

[he blinks at the knock

and physically REACTS to the voice, nearly springing off the bed in surprise. eyes darting around the room, he jumps the rest of the way up, gathers up all the books, and dumps them as neatly as possible on to the chaise lounge, his current book sitting on top.

then, zipping to the bathroom, he shuts the shower curtain, closes the toilet lid, rearranges a towel—and closes the door on the whole thing, for good measure.

there. clean. mostly. it was lucky the bed was already (always) made.

but what?? was she??? doing here????????

clearing his throat, he opens the door halfway, pauses, and nods to Anya.]

What do you want.

[NAILED it]

w4 but AFTER the twewy gang on Monday...

[getdrekt]

[oh lawd he goin elsewhere

...]

...Stop following me.

[constellates]

[she's going to try to speed up actually, to try to peer at his face]

Сердитый? Mad at Anya?

[this

is why she followed him

because she feels bad about maybe teasing too much]

[getdrekt]

[ugh

what will make her go away right now.]

...Yes. [there.]

And I need some time to myself.

[he's going! up the stairs!!]

w5 SSSSOMETIME early in the week????????

[getdrekt]

[if you're hanging around outside it's hard to miss the echoing bang of a gun.

they'd been talking about Anya showing off her marksmanship—but had been distracted enough to never decide on a time or day. from the sound of it, Anya was either getting in practice to show off—or was tired of waiting.

in any case, here's Asch, padding over in some early spring coat he's probably dug out of the newly-revealed infinity closet. his long hair is pulled back in a ponytail.





oh, and the seal point siamese-colored cat ears. a similarly-coloured tail is poking out from underneath the coat, doing its own thing.

when he finally reaches Anya, he opens his mouth--

--and closes it again, grimacing. instead, he just gives her a nod, and inclines his head to the gun.]

[constellates]

[it's practice - if only because she hasn't held a gun in a while. it took her some time to find ammo, but eventually she manages to get ahold of it. it looks like she's used art supplies to set up a target propped up in the distance, safely away from everyone else. the closet opening - though it took her some time to head inside - means that she did grab some of her usual wardrobe though. aka the shortest shorts in the world because anya doesn't believe in pants.

her own snow white tail and cat ears don't seem to bother her too much if she doesn't think about it - but she's going to fire off one more shot, so focused that she doesn't even notice him.

it hits dead center, next to some other holes that are packed closely in the middle.

though as she goes to pick up another gun, she'll notice him then and brighten up]

Asch! You found me before I found you.

[getdrekt]

[ah yes, skintight clothing for sharpshooting. what else does one wear for guns????? i hope she's wearing heels! legretta would approve.

anyway

holy shit

he actually can't take his eyes off the cluster of shot in the center of the target for a minute, then turns to Anya's voice--

--and hesitates again, settling for another nod.]

W5 THURSDAY NIGHT AFTER THE STRATEGY MEETING... IM SIGHING...

[getdrekt]

[well

as soon as they break from the meeting, he gestures to Anya with a tilt of his head, motioning to the stairs, and starts walking.

as soon as they're safely away from The Troublesome Gang, Asch



sighs



and holds out his hand to Anya.]

Come on, nya.

[constellates]

[!!!

she perks up when the hand is offered out to her and she automatically takes it, expression brightening]

Вот! I am coming with you.

[getdrekt]

[somehow, his expression doesn't change—but it does soften. it's hard to know what he's thinking.

he walks silently up the stairs with Anya in tow, walking just ahead, but being careful not to go too quickly—a proper escort. it's not until they're in the music room, and he's closed the door, that he finally asks:]

Are you okay, nya.

week 5, post-deda

[constellates]

[yeah she's

going to check on him. admittedly this is after she goes to the kitchen to make him YET ANOTHER chicken dish, because she still thinks it's his favorite food. and then she's going to knock on the door of his room before asking to enter]

Asch...? Are you here?

[getdrekt]

[..............hrhgh

anyone other than anya would be told to literally just fuck right off atm

but it's anya so]

...I'm here, nya.

[he's seated on the chaise, reading a book. maybe. he might just be reading the same paragraph over and over. it's another space book. science without fonons is... weird!

...chicken...

he at least has the grace to look embarrassed.]

You don't have to do that, Anya-nya.

[constellates]

[she'll wander in then, with the tray of food carefully in hand as she uses her tail to shut the door behind her because she's gotten too used to this cat thing

anyway,]

... your friend got hurt. Минимум. It is little I can do.

W5 POST-TRIAL, OUTSIDE ROOM 13...

[getdrekt]

[ok yes there's a sign on the door that says SEE YOU TOMORROW, BUT

he's still. knocking. because if she's gonna bother him when he doesn't want to talk to anyone (which is, all the time,) he's definitely gonna get her back for it.

and that is why, after he knocks, he places a tray with one (1) bowl of pelmeni (they're not perfectly shaped, but it's his first time making what is apparently "Russia's national dish". they are accompanied with a dish of sour cream on the side), one (1) bowl of borscht (or at least, a hearty meat and vegetable soup with beets and cabbage present in it—who knows what recipe he was following), one (1) set of cutlery, one (1) glass, and one (1) pitcher of water, because who knows what she'd find comforting to drink, so............

naturally, this is all revenge for bothering him, and not because of any other reason.

after placing it down, he hovers for a moment—unsure how to proceed from here—then clears his throat.]

I've left you some things out here—if you want, nya.

[there. nailed it.

Asch waits another moment, then nods to himself once, and turns to set off again!!!]

week six, post-trial

[constellates]

[WHEREVER THE HELL HE IS, she is going to be looking for him. presumably she's gotten healed so she doesn't even need to worry about ruining her ribs or her hand worse. It's pretty much her first and primary mission after everything is over?]

Asch!

[SHE'S POKING INTO EVERY ROOM UNTIL SHE FINDS HIM.]

[getdrekt]

[well

he doesn't seem to be anywhere.

when Anya walks into the lounge, though, she will see Baymax! who will. wave at her. and introduce himself. Baymax seems to be playing some card game by himself. solitaire, maybe??]

[constellates]

[ - ah. She's a good girl, so she curtsies in her greeting to Baymax, introducing herself too.]

Меня зовут Аня. I am Anya.

Baymax, do you know where Asch is? You were with him at battle, yes?