[There's just enough off that she can pick up on it - she watches people closely when she loves them, finds herself watching Mao more and more while she has him close to her. There's a moment where she wants to call him out on not telling her the full truth, but then he calls her Nastya and - well.
Her hands squeeze his back before finding an escape and then she's claiming another hug, not bothering to ask before she wraps her arms around him and lets her face fall into his shoulder along with her little giggle of delight.]
Mao...!
[Turning Japanese names into Russian nicknames is hard - but she hopes that the warmth in her voice manages to get the same idea across.
She does peer up at him after a moment, shameless and close as ever, as she hums her happiness in a melodic little note.]
Tеплый... My heart feels warmer to be home with you. Not as an idol, just as your Anya.
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Her hands squeeze his back before finding an escape and then she's claiming another hug, not bothering to ask before she wraps her arms around him and lets her face fall into his shoulder along with her little giggle of delight.]
Mao...!
[Turning Japanese names into Russian nicknames is hard - but she hopes that the warmth in her voice manages to get the same idea across.
She does peer up at him after a moment, shameless and close as ever, as she hums her happiness in a melodic little note.]
Tеплый... My heart feels warmer to be home with you. Not as an idol, just as your Anya.