[despite himself, he can't help but react to her words, huffing an exhale of amusement. this binch. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE DID. but. maybe he can use this??
he looks back at the target, nods thoughtfully, then pulls a :thinking: face, tilting his head back and forth.
finally
he holds his hand out in mid-air, and wobbles it—the universal "o-kay" gesture—and pulls an "eh, not bad" expression to accompany it.
oh my god he's teasing her and i can't believe this is happening or that i'm writing this]
she's pretty sure he's playing with her, given the little amused huff she heard. so she just laughs a little bit herself before wandering closer, stepping in front of him even as she keeps her hands behind her back as the picture perfect image of innocence]
Not yet? How much more? Пораженный? What should I do to impress you?
[almost reflexively, he leans back a little, but this time it might be because his :thinking: face is back?? the suggestion of color on his cheeks is just because it's cold out here.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........
finally, he shakes his head, and shrugs mock-sadly, like, he has no ideas! wow!! it's totally out of his hands, he's un-impressable!!!
this is also! not him teasing her!! of course!!!!!! they're friends!!!!!!!!]
[smh!!! she just gives out a fairly amused huff noise before she salutes, practiced and clean]
Часы. Then watch closely please.
[because she definitely knows what she's doing?? it takes her a second to find a gun that still has ammo, but then she'll bring it up, taking a moment to aim before pulling the trigger - there's recoil, of course, but given her familiarity with using guns she doesn't seem to mind it much. two shots in succession, both of them joining the same tight cluster in the center of her makeshift target
she picks up another gun once she exhausts the ammo in that one and repeats - until she makes it to five shots cleanly.
when she turns back to him, she curtsies. you know, like a lady.]
given the fact that she's going to look absolutely delighted at the praise, pretty much preening over it - and there's an amused little twinkle in her eye over the nya. she steps back closer to him again then, smiling back]
Mm? Повторение? Could you say again? If Anya did a good job, I think Asch should say so clearly. Gestures only hard to understand.
[but she's so obviously teasing - given the fact that she's absolutely pleased enough to already be purring softly]
he leans away as Anya leans in, grimacing, cat ears flattening against his head. her dark delight in his suffering wasn't unlike a shark smelling blood in the water.
...
he shakes his head, lips pursed wryly. nuh uh. no. no opening the mouth, nightmare woman.]
[this is horrible revenge. it's cruel and embarrassing. it's the worst possible thing that you could possibly do -
if anya was a tsun. she's not. she's not at all.
because she actually preens rather immediately at the headpats, expression melting into contentment and happiness, even leaning her head into his touch because she's a simple girl and she loves attention and praise. that purring? it's coming back in full force as her tail happily swishes behind her]
Mm! Спасибо. ♪ Thank you for finally saying so.
[she was waiting for this but she's so happy to actually get it]
[she's pretty sure of this for some reason - though it seems to dawn on her a moment later as she blinks, surprised and - finally a little embarrassed]
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he looks back at the target, nods thoughtfully, then pulls a :thinking: face, tilting his head back and forth.
finally
he holds his hand out in mid-air, and wobbles it—the universal "o-kay" gesture—and pulls an "eh, not bad" expression to accompany it.
oh my god he's teasing her and i can't believe this is happening or that i'm writing this]
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is he playing with her.
she's pretty sure he's playing with her, given the little amused huff she heard. so she just laughs a little bit herself before wandering closer, stepping in front of him even as she keeps her hands behind her back as the picture perfect image of innocence]
Not yet? How much more? Пораженный? What should I do to impress you?
[prAISE ANYA]
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........
finally, he shakes his head, and shrugs mock-sadly, like, he has no ideas! wow!! it's totally out of his hands, he's un-impressable!!!
this is also! not him teasing her!! of course!!!!!! they're friends!!!!!!!!]
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she pouts a little bit at that, before glancing back at her little practice ring before holding up her hand - all five fingers.]
Five bullseye? Довольно? Is that enough?
[said with the confidence that she can definitely do it, hm]
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then finally, nods, crossing his arms, shoulders shrugging. oh, he supposes that might work???
but there's a glitter in his eyes that says "show me what you've got", his own cat tail swinging mischievously behind him.
taking a few steps back, Asch settles in to Anya's side, and waits.]
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Часы. Then watch closely please.
[because she definitely knows what she's doing?? it takes her a second to find a gun that still has ammo, but then she'll bring it up, taking a moment to aim before pulling the trigger - there's recoil, of course, but given her familiarity with using guns she doesn't seem to mind it much. two shots in succession, both of them joining the same tight cluster in the center of her makeshift target
she picks up another gun once she exhausts the ammo in that one and repeats - until she makes it to five shots cleanly.
when she turns back to him, she curtsies. you know, like a lady.]
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oh
no
girl cute and hot.
—and he shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. inhaling, he rearranges himself, trying to pretend again like that was no great feat--
--but this time, he really can't hide the twitching smile currently threatening to burst out, with or without his permission.
as if aware of his own expression's struggle, he seems to huff, and acquiesce—a real, genuine smile creeping across his features.]
Well done, Anya, nya.
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he slaps a hand over his mouth.
WHY THIS]
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this is how asch dies
given the fact that she's going to look absolutely delighted at the praise, pretty much preening over it - and there's an amused little twinkle in her eye over the nya. she steps back closer to him again then, smiling back]
Mm? Повторение? Could you say again? If Anya did a good job, I think Asch should say so clearly. Gestures only hard to understand.
[but she's so obviously teasing - given the fact that she's absolutely pleased enough to already be purring softly]
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he leans away as Anya leans in, grimacing, cat ears flattening against his head. her dark delight in his suffering wasn't unlike a shark smelling blood in the water.
...
he shakes his head, lips pursed wryly. nuh uh. no. no opening the mouth, nightmare woman.]
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but when he leans away she just giggles a little bit before raising her hand to
gently pet his ears]
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you ever seen a person try to lean back and forward at exactly the same time?
there's a VERY complex series of emotions marching across his face, ranging from Wryly Distressed to Extremely Contented
finally, he manages to collect himself enough to bat her hand away, color flushing his face.]
S-Stop, nya!
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she'll pull her hand away before giggling openly like the menace that she is]
Eh? You did not like?
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[he looks like he wants to die. if anything, this only makes the flush increase.
meanwhile, his tail has settled contentedly, trying to wrap around Anya's leg--
--before he grabs it, holding the deceitful thing in both hands.]
You--! You can't just go around petting people's ears, Anya-nya!
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[ :)
asch really made the fatal mistake of making it obvious that he likes anya so she's going to tease him openly every time he's difficult with her]
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[this was ridiculous. there had to be a line somewhere. he couldn't just let himself get endlessly bullied by this devious younger woman!!!
he seems to hesitate for a moment, scowls, frowns, and then finally--
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You shot the target well, Anya-nya.
[he ruffles her hair, simultaneously scratching behind her cat ears.]
I'm impressed.
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if anya was a tsun. she's not. she's not at all.
because she actually preens rather immediately at the headpats, expression melting into contentment and happiness, even leaning her head into his touch because she's a simple girl and she loves attention and praise. that purring? it's coming back in full force as her tail happily swishes behind her]
Mm! Спасибо. ♪ Thank you for finally saying so.
[she was waiting for this but she's so happy to actually get it]
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she's not even
embarrassed??
this is so far beyond asch's understanding of What Women Want as to be in another galaxy.
and so he's just
standing there
petting her like a cat
as he stutters out:]
Y-You're... welcome.
[BACK... FIRE.............]
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as she just hums happily and will not pull away first]
Thank you for being kind to Anya too.
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he's just
pattin'.
...]
...Hey. Has that guy tried to do anything weird to you when you're in his room, nya?
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because she'll keep leaning into the touch, forever]
... that guy? Osamu?
Weird... You mean - Непристойные? Lewd? No, he has not.
[said very plainly, like that's pretty much par for the course]
No one likes me that way - so you do not need to worry.
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but he's doing it. he's totally just humoring her, petting her ears and hair.
it also.
feels nice. relaxing.
but he'd rather die than say that.
but at the dismissal of people "liking" her that way, he frowns.]
It's not a matter of people "liking" you that way. Some people just can't be trusted to control themselves around beautiful women.
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[she's pretty sure of this for some reason - though it seems to dawn on her a moment later as she blinks, surprised and - finally a little embarrassed]
You think I am beautiful?
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[it's reasonably clear that Asch trusts Exactly No One, and certainly no other dudes, to behave themselves.
he's still idly petting her when she clicks to what he said—and suddenly, so does he.
mentally, he hastily reviews what he said, inwardly groaning at his neglect of his own phrasing.]
W-Well...
[wait.
what's this.
this is what embarrasses her?]
...Of course. Don't tell me you're that unaware of your own beauty?
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