psl || maybe we could hapen

[constellates]

[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.]

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[constellates]

[Victory. ♪

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...

[purebreds]

[ Even knowing that Anya would take his arm, Koga still feels the hairs on his arm bristle, his body quietly bracing itself against his will. He's nervous, ok. But this is at Anya's request.

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?

[constellates]

[But Koga.

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.]