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]
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]
[ . . . . . 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
[he did but anya doesn't think anything of it - her expression just softens a little bit. his requests are so mundane that she can almost forget why she needs to know so urgently]
she’s about to make a mad dash but. she sees his movement and can’t in good faith run off like that. so instead she just pauses before going back in front of the cage, staying at the same level as him before extending her uninjured hand out through the bars
reaching back, because one of her least favorite feelings in the world is when someone won’t take her hand when she offers it]
not what she was going for - but any contact seems to make her happy, and she gives him a very sincere smile as she shakes his hand and then. gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before pulling away. off she goes!
and she'll be back about thirty minutes later - and it's probably a little obvious why it took her a bit. she's carefully balancing everything! she's found a blanket, a pillow, pulled a tray from the kitchen, put chocolate on the side while there's a plate full of rice, veggies (no carrots), and chicken along with utensils.
apparently she's planning on staying a while as she's changed into a sleeping gown too and has an extra blanket, but she's at least put one of her fancy coats over her shoulders so it's not immediately obvious!! she will go back in front of the cage and move like. everything he asked for between the bars, plus the blanket.]
[once everything is over on his side, she'll take her own blanket and just move it around her shoulders as she settles in front of the cage, making herself comfortable like she has no intention of leaving. she honestly probably doesn't.
at his words, she blinks a bit before shaking her head]
Did not have to. Хочу. Want to.
I do not like you being here at all so... to give even a little to you - it is all I can do.
that makes her really happy as she settles in, not intending on going anywhere. she watches him enjoy the food for a little bit before she eventually pulls the blanket a little bit more around her and finally offers up her quiet explanation:]
... Anya voted for Anya.
Not you. So... предупреждение. They gave a warning.
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week one, post-trial
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?
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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]
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... 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!!]
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[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]
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Mm. Okay.
Blanket? Pillow? Book?
[anything besides food that she can bring him?]
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ASKING A GIRL FOR STUFF LIKE THIS. BAD. FEELS VERY BAD!!! VERY IMPROPER............]
...A...
[...]
...If you find a... a pillow. Somewhere.
[LAYING AROUND..........]
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she gives him a little bit of a fond look where sadness lingers at the edges, before she nods and then holds her bandaged hand closer to her]
... okay. Подождите. Wait... a little. I will be back very soon. I will try so you do not have to be alone for too long.
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wait]
What happened to your hand?
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she starts to dart away]
Anya is fine! Be back very soon.
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the reactions of a completely innocent person]
Wait!
[he tries to grab her with his
missing arm and hand
welp]
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she’s about to make a mad dash but. she sees his movement and can’t in good faith run off like that. so instead she just pauses before going back in front of the cage, staying at the same level as him before extending her uninjured hand out through the bars
reaching back, because one of her least favorite feelings in the world is when someone won’t take her hand when she offers it]
.... be back very soon. Then I will tell.
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is he
flustered???]
R-Right.
[and he
shakes her hand.]
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well
not what she was going for - but any contact seems to make her happy, and she gives him a very sincere smile as she shakes his hand and then. gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before pulling away. off she goes!
and she'll be back about thirty minutes later - and it's probably a little obvious why it took her a bit. she's carefully balancing everything! she's found a blanket, a pillow, pulled a tray from the kitchen, put chocolate on the side while there's a plate full of rice, veggies (no carrots), and chicken along with utensils.
apparently she's planning on staying a while as she's changed into a sleeping gown too and has an extra blanket, but she's at least put one of her fancy coats over her shoulders so it's not immediately obvious!! she will go back in front of the cage and move like. everything he asked for between the bars, plus the blanket.]
Возвращается. I am back.
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—then wipes it on the leg of his pants with a guilty look, eyes darting, like a child attempting to erase evidence.
luckily, by the time Anya's back again, he's completely over it, because none of that ever happened in the first place!!!!!! ha!!!!!!
and what a spread. he looks on, dumbfounded, as she passes things through, mutely rearranging things to make space as more comes.]
You... didn't have to.
[why??? is she??? being??? so nice???]
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at his words, she blinks a bit before shaking her head]
Did not have to. Хочу. Want to.
I do not like you being here at all so... to give even a little to you - it is all I can do.
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Thank... you.
[There's a pause after he says it, and he fills it by just
digging directly into the chicken. Hell yea chicken]
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that makes her really happy as she settles in, not intending on going anywhere. she watches him enjoy the food for a little bit before she eventually pulls the blanket a little bit more around her and finally offers up her quiet explanation:]
... Anya voted for Anya.
Not you. So... предупреждение. They gave a warning.
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ah.]
You shouldn't have done that.
[ASCH??
...]
Is it cuts? [it's definitely not just cuts. but maybe it is just cuts. wouldn't it be great if it was just cuts.]
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... Нет. No, but it is okay.
I do not regret.
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Did you bandage it yourself, or did you go to Luna?
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[a beat]
... will ask Luna tomorrow.
[given that she's probably pretty fucking distraught tonight]
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Show me.
[it's not that he doesn't trust Toi, maybe one of the only valuable members of society in this house, but he does want to check his work.]
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... No.
Некрасиво. It is... not pretty.
[actually, she just called it "ugly" directly - but he doesn't need to know the harsh language she's using]
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Let me see it.
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[but at least this time her protest is softer, a little bit more plaintive - she understands to some degree she's being unreasonable but
the shame weighs more heavily on her at the moment]
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