[ anya is gonna make asch so many cookies ]

[constellates]

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[getdrekt]

[...

oh, to have someone fight this hard in your corner.

the fight drains out of him almost visibly, and he closes his eyes.

what would that be like.]

Fine.

[constellates]

[maybe don't rock the boat in the one single way that would get anya so mad that she'd slap you, asch.

Regardless, she seems to accept that - and will reach out to let her fingertips brush against the back of his hand if he'll let her.]

... Искренняя. Still meant the rest, you know.

Why did you ask?

[getdrekt]

[you ask the impossible, anya......

he doesn't move, as she touches him—no real resistance, or external reaction. on the contrary, a knot builds up in his throat.

he just shakes his head.]

Call it morbid curiosity.

[here lies his stupid life choices, RIP in pieces.]

You should go to bed. We likely have to sleep again, now.

[constellates]

[asch is truly the grandmaster of cucking himself. but she's just going to laugh a little at that - ]

Ночь. It is okay - I like being awake in the night more.

Will you talk to Blue and staff to make sure you are safe tomorrow? Are you coming to Tokyo with me?

[getdrekt]

I... don't know.

[half lidded, his eyes look anywhere but Anya.]

Whatever tomorrow brings. We'll see.

[We'll see.]