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sugarcube2018-02-26 10:39 pm
constellates) wrote in sugarcube2018-02-26 10:39 pm
psl || maybe we could hapen
[The joint live was excellent!
Anya's been spending more time at Yumenosaki Academy for practice - and generally because she'd met more people there that she liked. For one, Adonis was amazing to talk to when it came to breaking down the fascinating traditions of Japan. It was easy from there for her to get to know the rest of Undead, settling herself in with an ease she hadn't expected. It made it harder to be lonely. That's all that mattered to her.
By the time they all performed together, with some other idols from Project Krone, she would call them all friends without hesitation. And friends wait for each other!
So since Undead has instruments and Project Krone decidedly does not, she waits a little longer. It's easy to sit off to the side, knees pulled up to her chest as she waited for Koga to finish packing up his things. She hums some of the songs from the night softly to herself, checks her phone occasionally, but otherwise doesn't mind watching. Koga is one of her favorite people. Of course she wants to see what he's doing -
At least until the exhaustion of the night hits and her head lulls to one side, bright eyes sliding shut without permission.
Oops, apparently she's more tired than she thought.]
Anya's been spending more time at Yumenosaki Academy for practice - and generally because she'd met more people there that she liked. For one, Adonis was amazing to talk to when it came to breaking down the fascinating traditions of Japan. It was easy from there for her to get to know the rest of Undead, settling herself in with an ease she hadn't expected. It made it harder to be lonely. That's all that mattered to her.
By the time they all performed together, with some other idols from Project Krone, she would call them all friends without hesitation. And friends wait for each other!
So since Undead has instruments and Project Krone decidedly does not, she waits a little longer. It's easy to sit off to the side, knees pulled up to her chest as she waited for Koga to finish packing up his things. She hums some of the songs from the night softly to herself, checks her phone occasionally, but otherwise doesn't mind watching. Koga is one of her favorite people. Of course she wants to see what he's doing -
At least until the exhaustion of the night hits and her head lulls to one side, bright eyes sliding shut without permission.
Oops, apparently she's more tired than she thought.]
im half asleep tell me if any part is confusing
working with girls while kaoru hakaze was there, he had figured, would be the biggest issue, but this at least gave good incentive for kaoru to attend practices, and almost every girl partaking in the live was able to fend for themselves against him. if all else failed, it was easy for rei to sic adonis on their famished bandmate and threaten to shut him out of the project in order to get him to work.
the live had gone even better than koga had expected. what he hadn't expected was for one of the idols to take particular interest in their group. anya wove herself easily into their dynamic; everyone took an immediate liking to her earnestness, and after seeing her in rehearsals, they gained a respect for her skill. undead was able to know her on a friendlier level, discovering the mischievous (and even slightly dangerous) parts of her personality that wouldn't have been guessed about her otherwise.
koga knew this more than anyone. she attached herself to him despite his protests, teasing him, singing with him, calling him one of her favorite people. at their last rehearsal, rei remarked that koga had seen more colors in her personality than the rest of them. koga had huffed, turned and waved him away, and hadn't denied it. (possibly because part of him wanted it to be true.)
tonight, koga is in charge of packing away whatever instruments are left. adonis needed to leave early to attend to some family matters, and koga had offered to take the rest of the job up after he took his leave. for whatever reason, anya also stayed behind, even when koga had insisted that she go home. he gave up after a small while.
while he finishes looping a microphone cord around his arm, he notices the sliver of white hair tipping over in the corner of his eye. he turns to look at her, with her head tipped as she sleeps. he shrivels his nose, muttering: ]
You... I told you. You shoulda' gone home.
[ he pulls the ring of cord from his arm and settles it on the hook where it belongs. she's sleeping, and koga's not entirely done yet, and that cardigan she's wearing can't be good enough to handle the backstage cold. as he walks over to her, he peels the jacket off from his shoulders. (it's leather, but we'll assume something nice and warm is lining the inside.)
when he arrives beside her, he carefully drapes the jacket over her shoulders, trying not to wake her. if he succeeds, he'll back away from her slowly... she can rest here for now, and he would wake her when he's finished. ]
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she doesn't open an eye until his footsteps are further, once it sounds like koga has occupied himself with the instruments once again. her lips naturally curl into a smile that she can't (and doesn't bother to) stop, hands gently reaching up to pull the jacket closer around her as she tucks her face back into her shoulder.... and also slightly into the jacket. ah, it smells like him a bit. how... comforting?
she wonders if that's the feeling she should be having about it.
but she's content with napping - she'd likely been scolded earlier about not trying to help when she wasn't sure where anything went (and that was correct) - and waiting even still. she drifts in and out of sleep up until she hears the click of instrument cases, her eyes fluttering open as she recognizes that likely means it's time to go. a hand comes up to cover her mouth as a dainty yawn escapes her, the other hand reaching up to make sure the jacket doesn't fall off her shoulders
and then she hums a gentle note, raising a hand slightly to catch Koga's attention.]
Доброе утро... Good morning. [oh anya.]
Any last thing Anya can help with?
[bc she still wants to assist where she can...]
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he stares a second longer than he should, something hard caught in his throat. then he turns away to the mic stand he's folding, his back to her, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. stupid, his mind supplies, but he's not sure who it's in reference to.
the last of the instruments are packed, and as koga stacks the cases on top of each other in a corner of the room, he hears anya yawning. he's calmed down by this point and he turns to meet her easily, arms akimbo. "good morning"... oh anya. ]
Oi, you still dreamin'? You think I'd let someone who just woke up handle somethin' as heavy as this? [ he pats he guitar case beside him twice before letting his arm hang at his side. ] I finished, so we can just leave everything here. They'll pick up the cases in the morning.
[ he strides over to her, offering his hand to help her stand up. ]
Let's go. It's still nighttime, and since you kept waitin' around for some reason, someone's gotta get you home, yeah?
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[What a curious thought - she tilts her head at that even as she automatically accepts his hand. Did he want this back? Because Anya's not going to give it back immediately, holding on until he pulls his hand back himself because she's just the type of person to take any small, physical gesture she can get.
Her other hand comes up to secure the jacket around her shoulders, just to make sure that it doesn't fall off. She thinks about how she should offer to give it back... She'll find the words for it soon.]
I did not want to leave you alone... but I could not help either. Глупо... [Her smile is sheepish - ] It is a little silly for Anya... but I hope you do not mind.
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(rei and kaoru had taken to calling her a "puppy whisperer," which led to some unfortunate repayment to their venue for all of the ensuing broken furniture.)
the lighting backstage is dim; anya might not be able to see the darkening of his cheeks. koga is too prideful to keep their hands together and he slides his fingers free as he faces the exit, stuffing his hands into his pockets instead. ]
It's not like I can't be alone backstage at night. I'm a wolf, so I'm used to being by myself.
[ he has to mention the wolf shit..... he starts walking!! ]
Come on. Even if ya' didn't sleep, I wouldn't have let you help out anyway. It's normal to be tired after a live like that, but if ya' sleep in weird places, you'll get aches, y'know? Not that I care what you do, but you should take better care of yourself.
[ actually he cares a lot... anyway ]
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She follows after dutifully, listening to his words and tilting her head. The kindness in them is still evident to her, and she finds herself smiling at him as a result.]
Вдумчивый... Koga is very thoughtful. Thank you for thinking of Anya.
[SHOOT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TSUN.]
I will be careful... but I would still rather be with you so that it is not lonely. [she probably has more hangups about being lonely than he does, but listen.... though as they start to move toward the exit and she thinks about how it must be colder still outside - ] It is still okay for Anya to borrow your jacket...?
[She's Russian so she can handle the cold - she thinks, anyway. Yet she'd still rather not let go of it either... Silly teenage feelings.]
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like so many times before, his heart clenches, and he's immediately winded of every quip and prickly comment. he quickly turns his head to face forward again, cheeks warm. he had just said he didn't care what she does, okay, but anyone with a brain could probably see it wasn't true. he just tells himself he won't bother fighting it. too much effort. ]
I didn't ask for it back, right?
[ meaning yes, she can keep it. koga leads them down the stairs to the backstage door, pulling out a ring of keys from one of his pockets. he slides open the door, a burst of cold from the night air following it; koga ignores the goosebumps, the shiver up his spine and into the back of his head, and he holds open the door for anya behind him.
by now, his cheeks are only a subtle pink, lit by the yellow street lamps. there's barely any evidence of the concert, only a few strangers dotting the streets outside. ]
Just keep it till we get you home. The live's over now, so it's not like you can give it back at rehearsal anymore.
[ not that koga's been thinking about that. how they'd likely rarely see her or the rest of the girls after this. not at all. ]
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for some reason she'd been so sure that these happy times with everyone would certainly go on forever.
maybe that's her own short-sightedness.... and she's quiet for a moment as she considers that, immediately starts thinking about a solution. not being able to see everyone again? it's different from the girls of the cinderella project, who almost certainly still cross paths even if it's just in the same building....
she waits for koga to finish locking up, but when he turns, he'll find anya taking a step closer to him, hand outreaching to the crook of his elbow, and smiling sheepishly.]
May I take Koga's arm? [and an explanation, because she thinks he probably needs one - ] Холоднее... It is colder than Anya thought, now.
[probably not the same chill as the weather, but she thinks the remedy is the same.]
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You-
[ again, his chest is tight. if anya had been anyone else—except maybe anzu, just maybe, if she really needed it—he's convinced he would have said no without hesitation. anya always makes him hesitate.
so his surprised expression softens, brows crossing as usual as he looks back towards the gate outside of the venue. he reminds himself that the live is over. ]
...Y-Yeah. Fine. [ and he removes his arm from his pocket, holding his hand over his stomach. his arm leaves a perfect angle for her to slot her hand through. ]
That leather jacket has a liner, but I guess it's only gonna do so much. Just don't trip or we're both gonna fall, got it? So keep up.
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There's no hiding the way that her expression brightens up at his agreement, and even as he adjusts his arm to accommodate her, she'll let her hand fall in the crook of his elbow as she holds onto him without hesitation otherwise. She hums a happy little note, pleased as she is.]
Да! Anya will keep up, do not worry.
[SUCH CONFIDENCE. Even as it looks like the sky above is a bit cloudy. She looks up automatically, looking for stars and notes it.]
Mm... Maybe we should not be too slow. [Just in case of weather, but even that manages to make her pout a little bit because - ] But I wanted more time with you...
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He notices as her fingers and palm slip against his arm—her hands aren't so cold, are they? As her arm nestles, Koga tries not to think about it despite the hammering of his heart. She could still feel cold otherwise. It probably meant nothing at all.
He delves too deeply into the thought, walking forward almost mechanically with his eyes on the road ahead. He nearly misses what she says. When it registers, he looks back to her, brows knit, cheeks dusted pink. ]
Hah?
[ And he looks at the sky. Oh. Without thinking, the arm carrying hers tightens gently. ] Crap. [ He presses his lips together. He doesn't have an umbrella, and he doesn't think he saw any back inside of the stage... Was it worth turning back now? He looks back to the road, a little more determined. ]
Looks like it might start up before we get to the station. Ya' said you're gonna keep up, right? So keep your promise. We're gonna walk faster, okay?
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She wanted more time with you.
It's a blessing that he looks back at the road, making it much easier to miss the way that disappointment dampens Anya's expression ever so slightly. If they walk faster, isn't that less time together? Ah, she wonders if there's another way to be more direct....
But she contemplates that quietly. What she says instead is:] Да... Anya will match Koga.
[Step by step! The clouds continue to roll in ahead of them, and if she steps a bit closer, it's probably just out of some misguided thought that if she's closer to him, then maybe the raindrops will be less likely to hit her.
It's not the most well-developed train of thought she's ever had.
Sshhh.]