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Post by Ana Borovsky on Aug 4, 2024 21:19:21 GMT
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Had the revelation been bestowed on anyone other than Ana, they might have equated Gen to a used car salesman. A liar and scoundrel who had smooth-talked himself up like a salesman might do for a vehicle one bad day away from being hauled off to a scrapyard. Even Gen seemed to hold such an opinion of himself, though the analogy was given voice in terms more befitting the lifestyle they had been enrolled in—by choice or otherwise.
Now Gen was trying to play mechanic in an attempt to fix the situation. He stripped back the flimflam of shiny paint to reveal the cracks and rust beneath. Yet he was doing so in front of someone who was an actual engineer. One with a keen mind and a penchant for intentionally and unintentionally cutting to the heart of the matter with her bluntness.
“All this truth and you’re still lying to yourself.”
Her gaze returned to Gen’s face. Her inspection was clearly done and the conclusion was that Gen was still as full of shit as he had been before he confessed. “Is it possible to be so smart that you loop back around to stupid?” Genuine curiosity, not malice, inundated her voice, She tilted her head to the side and tapped her chin as she often did when thinking. “No, that can’t be true or I would be stupid.” Her lack of knowledge in social settings not withstanding, Ana certainly wasn’t stupid. Even if Gen thought she might be a fool for falling for his charade.
“Maybe you aren’t strong. Maybe you aren’t fast.” Ana didn’t have the data to confirm or deny that part, but she did for what came next. “But you can’t say that you’re going to tell me the truth then proclaim that you aren’t smart or good at talking when you have manipulated an entire institution of people that made it to higher education to believe your act well enough to keep your secret in the first place with nothing more than words and illusions.”
She reached out to take his hand in hers. For all the pieces Ana had managed to put together, she had yet to connect those that hinted at there being more than just the words and illusions of which she spoke. Though in her defense, it was a lot to take in all at once.
“That was smart. That was skill. That was talent. That proves that you do belong here on merit alone and not because of a story you needed to tell yourself to make you believe it before you could make someone else believe it too.”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 23, 2024 18:53:00 GMT
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The gut-formed and wrenching hypothesis Ana had stifled only seconds before resurrected and rose from the pit of her stomach until it reached her throat as Gen began the speech to reveal the man behind the curtain. A declaration of performative fiction made in his long-winded fashion. He was ever the showman, even whilst tumbling from a cliff of his own design.
Everything he said fit into her worry that he wasn’t who she thought him to be. Which was true, just not in the way Ana expected. For a person whose mind often struggled with registering nuances, Ana herself was saturated with it. As was the situation at hand whether either of them knew it or not when Gen began to shed carefully crafted pieces of armor forged to navigate societal trenches carved out in the wake of the booming Hero industry. It was almost as if modern problems required modern solutions. Though Gen’s solutions seemed to have garnered him even more problems in the long run.
Ana’s hands had clenched while Gen spoke. Her fingers dug into the soft plush of Bear’s sides until her knuckles turned even whiter than her already pale skin. So busy was she in waiting for the other shoe to drop, that she didn’t realize it already had until the transformation was complete. There was no grand reveal from the flame sputtering out. Quite the opposite. An exhibition of mundanity.
It didn’t take long for Ana’s mind to catch up with what her eyes saw once the disguise had been completely sundered by Gen’s greatest weakness—the truth. Then she felt it. The relief she had expected before, but that had been kept out of her reach by anticipation and lingering fear. Perhaps the sensation was more easily attainable now that the nimbus of animus had been dispersed along with the rest of the facade. Even so, it was overshadowed by the return of her curiosity. Quirk studies were one of Ana’s sub-specialties.
The likelihood of Gen ever being subject to such an intensely invasive gaze as he was now was unlikely. Sharp eyes scraped across every visible inch of Gen in an agonizingly slow and analytical fashion. Every change documented against the memory of what just was and now was no longer. Ana rose after a few seconds, set Bear on the tarp covered bed, and crossed over to Gen just to get a better look. It was clear she was still processing they vast implications of what transpired. An effort that would either be made easier or worse for both of them by the single word she voiced. One that provided no insight into how she felt about the "new" Gen.
“Why?”
Her brow had furrowed again as she asked, her nose scrunched, but notably, Ana wasn’t frowning. What that meant in Ana-land other than she was studying him, who knew. But at least her own mask hadn’t returned when Gen’s was dropped. After all, he wasn’t the only one that pretended to be someone else and while Ana might not have made an elaborate display of being one person one moment and another the next, Gen had been shown bits and pieces of her secret side over the last year.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 20, 2024 23:46:56 GMT
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Ana sank into Gen’s hold on her in more ways than one. Her own arms snaked around him, fingers burying into the layers of winter clothes sparing him from direct contact with her still chilled skin. For a moment, everything was perfect. Ana was on top of the world. A precipice reached under the caveat that it had been achieved by standing on a pile of dirt from the hole she was digging for her future self. She wasn’t alone in her self-sabotage, but unlike Gen, she wasn’t aware of what she was walking into, whereas he was keenly cognizant of what he was, quite literally as he rose, about to walk away from.
The irony of telling a girl who almost never seemed to blink, due in large part to the third eyelid from the feline side of her mutation, that she needed to go into whatever this was with both eyes open was stifled by the electric arc of panic lancing up her spine and spreading across her skull. Had this been a trap all along? An elaborate plan designed by Mama to see if Ana was obeying? It wouldn’t be the first incognito test she had stumbled into over the years and if it was, then Ana had absolutely failed which would mean a one way ticket back to Alaska for re-education as Mama had put it in the past.
It took a moment for the logical part of her mind, the dominant part as it were, to override her fear of immediate consequences for breaking long established rules. Gen had said that this was necessary if Ana wanted to be with him. If he was part of one of Mama’s schemes, then that wouldn’t be possible in any way, shape, or form. She should have been relieved, but the realization meant the chance of Mama discovering her lies and disobedience still loomed on the horizon. It also meant whatever Gen was about to tell her was a separate problem and while he was one certainly prone to dramatics for his own amusement, there was something different about the grave way he had carried himself since knocking on her door.
“Okay,” she responded warily and moved from where he had left her right after saying he wouldn’t so that she could collect Bear from beneath his protective cover. Ana perched herself on the tarp covered bed, the plastic crinkling harshly against the otherwise heavy silence of the room. She set Bear on her lap, facing Gen. Her own eyes were locked onto his figure backlit by the lights and sounds of UAU and Tokyo celebrating the new year beyond the window behind him. Considering he had closed it previously, Ana couldn’t blame a new frost that settled within her on a draft crossing the sill. Something was very clearly wrong and she was about to find out—whether she wanted to or not.
“I’m ready.”
But was she?
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 20, 2024 15:49:35 GMT
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The sight of Kurokami Gen crawling on his hands and knees would have thrilled and vindicated many students at UAU were the act beheld under different circumstances. For Ana, it first evoked curiosity beneath the tidal wave of despair currently washing over her, even though she had done similarly only moments before. The work Gen had done in tarnishing his own reputation was thorough enough that Ana’s first thought hadn’t been for him to come to her side to comfort her—or maybe it was her own warped upbringing combined with her analytical mind making her think that he wanted a closer look at the phenomenon of her tears. It wouldn’t be the first time that was the case.
It was, however, the first time she had received comfort over inspection. That she had even known to do it earlier with the lack of it in her own life was proof of how innate a need for physical contact and emotional connection was to humans in general. Instincts were all Ana really had to rely on in a situation such as this where she was so out of her depth and instinct told her to lean into Gen’s touch rather than pull away.
Her intent was to be silent as Gen attempted what he did best—talking himself into or out of something. Even if he too was out of his depth. But Ana had already relinquished what control she had in favor of a repressed primal nature and in doing so, discovered something new about herself. It was quiet. Hardly noticeable, but it was there. A hushed rumble inside her chest that wasn’t just her heart beating itself against its ivory cage in a panic. Ana could apparently purr. She said nothing about her discovery, hoping it went amiss beneath Gen’s speech as he continued to wipe away her tears.
The duality of emotions at war in her head and heart raged on. Gen tilting her head upward to meet her still shimmering eyes of northern lights and his declaration on behalf of Ana’s life stoked the fires of said war into an inferno, one that sought to burn a path through the barricades of her issues and clear a path to rebellion. Except...
He was asking too much of her.
Ana looked away. Her luminously watery eyes had to focus on anything else but Gen if she was going to tell him as much. Her gaze landed on the stuffed penguin tucked carefully beneath the clear plastic tarp to protect him from the elements.
Mr. Bear, or Dr. Bear when he was wearing his own miniature lab coat, was Ana’s singular childhood toy and the one sentimental item she possessed. Even its presence in her life had been the result of a test she, and each of her siblings at different points, had been put through by Mama. It was one of Ana’s earliest and clearest memories.
Several different plushies had been set out for Ana to choose her favorite and her least favorite. Ana had picked a bear with the softest black fur as her favorite; sometimes she randomly remembered it when looking at Gen’s hair. Then she had picked the penguin as her least favorite. It wasn’t as soft or cuddly as the others, especially with its beak. Ana was allowed to play with the bear she had picked for exactly one hour. Enough time for a young child to become irrevocably attached to a toy. Then it was taken away from her by Mama and replaced with the penguin. Mama told her it was both a lesson on the harsh realities of life and a reminder that Ana should be grateful for anything that was given to her by the family.
That had been the last time Ana cried. The punishment for it had been so severe that she didn’t want to risk it again. Until now. The glowing tears started flowing again. Ana looked away from Bear and back to Gen. She had chosen the name out of spite with the last reserves of her free will. Ana had grown to treasure Bear because it had been the one thing she had been allowed to have that wasn’t a tool or tech or some necessity for survival like clothing, but he was also a constant reminder that Ana had never truly been allowed to have or do what she wanted. Everything was for Mama and the family.
The inferno had dulled during her hesitation, but it had not been fully extinguished. There was an ember kept burning by the sparks between Ana and Gen and what he was offering her. She stopped crying and took his ungloved hand in hers as she looked him in the eyes and finally spoke.
“You’re wrong about the million good reasons. I can’t think of a single one and I’m smarter than you, so I have to be right.” She flashed him the stolen smirk again before the levity sank beneath the gravity of the situation once more. “So don’t leave. Stay with me.” What Mama didn’t know couldn’t hurt her—or Ana.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 20, 2024 2:03:02 GMT
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Ana could have summed up her sin in one word. You. But given that he had come to her only moments before looking like a kicked puppy, which was coincidentally how Jun ended up looking every time she had to deal with Gen, and how he had just insinuated anything he did was worse than what she could do, Ana, in a rare moment of emotional intelligence, realized how poorly Gen would take that. Which put her right back at square one in terms of struggling to express herself.
“I-”
“Hav-”
“Do-”
After each attempt, the normally upturned corners of her lips trended farther downward until she was fully frowning and with her brow knitted in frustration. She looked away from Gen to her hands that sat as uselessly in her lap as her tongue did in her mouth. Her fingers itched for something to take apart, like a sacrifice to help order her thoughts. Ana worked through analytical and mental problems best when literally working through physical problems like puzzles or tinkering with machines. She didn’t have that out now.
“There are… certain things expected of me,” she finally managed to get out. Her eyes were still glued on her hands. “Socializing is one, but… fraternizing isn’t.” Ana finally looked back up at Gen. “But I want to. With you. So I did. Even though I’m not supposed to. Mama will be angry.” Gen was witness to another “first of” in a long time. Tears began to shimmer across Ana’s wide eyes. Light that was taken in reflected off the shimmering surface, like it was passing through a prism, creating little auroras across her cheeks. She was a paradox. A girl with a past so dark it was barely more than a shadow even to her, but so full of brightness that she literally cried light.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 20, 2024 2:01:02 GMT
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Ana stared at Kei, absolutely unblinking for several seconds. She didn’t even seem to be breathing. At least not until she took a breath to say, “If you aren’t ready for the course, then maybe you should-”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 19, 2024 20:32:19 GMT
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Borrowed warmth was a welcome reprieve from both the chilly night and the isolation of Ana’s existence, but it was just that—borrowed. Nor was it an act without consequence. It violated the same command that had driven her to a muted form of self-flagellation. What good was penance if she so easily regressed, and more importantly, if she wanted to regress? The quandary of someone else’s morals aside, the physical proximity had given away the current condition of her body. She had taken warmth from Gen in exchange for chilly trails left on his skin.
Ana had already backed away from Gen before he had asked his weighted question. A retreat in reverse to keep yet another secret in the form of her tail, but as she sat and he asked, the tail twitched just enough to be seen. It was a subconscious tick, one which occurred often but was usually concealed by clothing and other efforts on Ana’s part. So ingrained as a reflex to her, that Ana didn’t even notice. If Gen was watching her closely while awaiting an answer, the same could likely not be said about him.
She was quiet for a lengthy moment or several, as she often was while contemplating. Which wasn’t unusual for Ana in the face of complicated questions. A scientific mind like hers didn’t like to give out incorrect information. But what Gen asked Ana wasn’t complicated at face value and she was known for quick, and often cutting, replies to everything else. Her silence gave away that there was something deeper at play.
Her tail twitched again. Gen had said he wanted to talk about the truth. Had he meant his or hers? Even if only the former, did she not owe him the latter in exchange? Especially after…
“I deserved to be cold.”
It was the truth, just on a smaller scale. A reason without reasoning. It was what Ana could give without further betrayals. She watched Gen closely, as if she had been the one to ask him a question. And in a way she had. Her answer carried an unspoken query beneath it. Would he press her further and unknowingly make her pick between him and duty to her family?
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 5, 2024 22:58:36 GMT
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“I’ve never been to an amusement park.”
The statement was unnecessary. Ana had already told Gen as much when he first set about coercing her to skip classes so they could visit Dream World during the middle of their school week when almost everyone else was in class. His insistence that it was safer that way if Ana wanted a proper date with him for once combined with a little bit of bribery in the form of her favorite things (including him) was just enough to convince Ana to abandon her academic pursuits for the day. Anyone that knew Ana, even in passing, knew that was quite a feat.
Now that they were there and surrounded by the trappings of festivities, Ana was ecstatic. She loved people watching at big events because it was so novel to her from a lack of experience that it was practically as foreign to Ana as she was to Japan. There was also so much going on that they didn’t have cause to watch her in turn. The lack of judgment and scrutiny was a breath of fresh air and allowed for Ana to relax on her usual routine of fully concealing her tail and ears. The latter weren’t pinned beneath her hair today, but hidden beneath a hat instead, and the skirt portion of her pinafore was so long that it almost hid all of Ana’s tail without her having to curl it.
Almost.
She had opted for less strict measures solely so that Gen could enjoy the feline features during whatever private moments they managed to steal away. He seemed to favor them. A lot. The effort on her part leaned into the theme of the day on his behalf—not hiding their relationship. Hence why her fingers were firmly intertwined with his and a less manic smile than normal curved its way across her lips as they navigated through the crowd before they parted to ask a question.
“What do you want to do first?”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 5, 2024 18:55:46 GMT
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Ana was keenly aware that she was witnessing history in the making that no one would ever believe if she told them. An admission of someone else being right was made by Kurokami Gen, king of claiming his own correctness—often in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Perhaps she wasn't oblivious to the miracle taking place because it was a trait they shared if one overlooked the differences in their respect of evidence. Gen was all hot air inflating his statements. Ana was all scientific method. That dichotomy was part of what piqued Ana’s interest in experimenting with him in the first place.
Threads of thought resonated between them even if neither realized it until Gen gathered his courage to face the reality he so often eschewed in favor of his Quirk. His words, his accusation, was underscored by the rustling of fabric from Ana shifting on the bed as she fidgeted in place subconsciously. Their little game of cat and rat mouse had played out over the last year without Ana ever confessing the obvious—and without Gen ever realizing it. As if neither could confront a truth that would reveal even a fraction of who they were beneath the facades they had built up to navigate the world outside the ones in their own heads. Once again echos and opposites like two sides of the same coin.
That Gen was the first to break their unspoken agreement of pretending there was nothing between them spoke to the depths of Ana’s reluctance to admit her own truth verbally. Though she had done everything but giving words to her feelings to give it away. Gen offered Ana the perfect opening to finally confess in the here and now, yet still she said nothing. Not even when Gen highlighted the driving force to his conclusion. The only reaction his call out received was Ana breaking her unblinking eye contact. A feat in and of itself considering.
Her gaze shifted to the previously opened window, lights from the campus grounds outside and the stars above glittering against the sapphire backdrop to the so-called windows of her own and the supposed soul behind them. They would have stayed locked there for quite some time had Gen not drawn them back to him with a query far more serious than asking her about Santa. Though their return was inevitable. It had always been hard for Ana to look away from Gen and his question, without him knowing it, demanded an answer for that as well because it the cause and effect of both were one and the same.
She stared at him amidst what had to be the world’s loudest silence. One that stretched on and one for an eternity. Or so it felt. The reality was that only a few seconds had passed, but if Gen watched Ana’s face like she watched his now, he knew her well enough to know the telltale signs of her mind moving at light speed in an attempt to unravel a mystery. She was a problem solver at her core, after all.
The quandary in question wasn’t rooted in Gen, however, so much as it was within Ana. She could parse through and comprehend data and statistics better than anyone else. She could not only understand and explain quantum physics, she could apply it practically in actual tech. She could interpret the binary language computers used as if they were speaking plain English. She could rattle off every bone in the human body, explain why each was a necessary part of the skeletal system, and which ones were the best to target to immobilize a person. There were few fields in which Ana could not claim knowledge, if not expertise, and here Gen was evoking the one Ana struggled with most.
Emotional reasoning.
Because that was what attraction was. Feelings. Logic had no place in a heart’s decision. If it had, Ana would have been better able to obey the strict orders she had been given. Orders that would have prevented her from ever becoming entangled with Gen in the first place. Sometimes literally in her past experiments. Their thin guise under such a title was an excuse for Ana to explore unfamiliar territory. Emotions were things that Ana had only been loosely educated on for the intent of interacting with humans outside her family. She had never been subject to the vast array of complicated varieties she had been exposed to upon joining UAU and especially after meeting Gen. Now he wanted her to explain them in a way he could understand even when Ana herself didn’t. Not fully.
She frowned. Given her primary expression was that rivaled the Cheshire cat from a universe even more twisted than their own, her muscles actively strained to maintain a down-turned countenance and smoothed out after only a heartbeat or two. Even just displaying such sentiments other than those that had been reinforced through training was difficult. How was she supposed to put them into words?
Ana rose from the bed. An idea had half formed in her mind. Physical proximity had allowed her to be more vulnerable with him before. Maybe it would help jump start the process of confession and clarity now. She crossed the scant distance that had separated them—dorms weren’t exactly known for being spacious. Not even those of UAU. Then she slowly unzipped the puffy jacket and let it fall to the ground revealing the similarly colored romper beneath it before she knelt in front of Gen and wedged herself between his knees, leaning in to him so they were face-to-face. Her tail had been kept lifted out of sight for the time being. It was better to focus on revealing one secret at a time.
There was a saying tied to spiritual practices Ana was woefully ignorant of, but more relevant in that moment because for one to be true, so too must the opposite. The light in me sees and honors the light in you. And while Ana could literally become light, there was a darkness in her that kept people away. She could see it in Gen too. Through no fault of their own, they were the shadows to the sunshine everyone else wanted to be and see in others. The darkness in Ana saw and honored the darkness in Gen. No matter how blackened a heart or mind, acceptance was a universal human hunger and loneliness a universal pang.
“How could it have ever been anyone else?”
She reached out and touched his face. Her skin was still frigid, but the contact sent a surge of warmth through her body that registered across her face in a rosy flush across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Though the latter had been possessed of a soft red tint from the earlier chill. When Ana finally spoke, the cold and her uncertainty of how to articulate her thoughts combined with her heavy Russian accent made her words slow and shaky, but steadiness came the longer she pushed through her own discomfort. As if hearing her own reasoning out loud made things easier for herself to understand too.
“I don’t want or need you to be an arbitrary definition of good. I want and need you as you are and everything that entails because it makes you, you. The you that sees me as I am and still accept me in spite of that all that I’m not, but should be according to everyone else. The you that doesn’t tell me that I should change because my way of being is wrong. The you that doesn’t avoid me like everyone else because I’m broken to them. Like you.”
There was no use in being delicate. People hated Gen and they were unsettled by Ana. The two existed the best they could with the methods they had available. Neither were conventional. Neither were accepted. Except by each other, it seemed.
“Besides,” Ana added before smiling. It wasn’t her usual too wide grin that bordered on the edge of both manic and a grimace. It was soft and genuine, though with a hint of impishness she had picked up from all the time she had spent with Gen. It was the first real smile she had given him. Perhaps anyone. At least in a very long time before the ability and memory had been lectured and trained out of her. The pause to bestow such a rarity on Gen was brief though. “I like that you kiss back.” She leaned even closer now, pressing her lips to his to prove the point. They were as cold as the hand still on his face.
Fate or some such thing must have approved of the act. Ana’s timing coincided with the clock striking midnight. Though her eyes were closed as the sky began to light up with fireworks, she could hear them detonating in the distance. Surely that was a good sign and surely Gen didn’t have anything else lurking in his closet of skeletons to air out that might ruin the moment.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 2, 2024 14:32:05 GMT
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 19:51:22 GMT
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“But if you try to cream ice, it will just turn into slush or water!”
Ana wasn’t getting any less perplexed the more Jun tried to explain things to her. “And why would they name it after a day?” Were Sundays colder than other days of the week? She would have to spend the evening looking at meteorological data to see if that was possible. It shouldn’t be, but why else would a cold “treat” be named after Sunday?
Her normal Cheshire cat expression had twisted into furrowed brown and an accompanying frown as she tried to sort through her confusion and curiosity. Humans were so strange. Oh well. Either way, Ana was getting fries. Her grin returned and she shrugged.
“Fry time!”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 19:35:09 GMT
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Ana immediately perked up at the prospect of a double order. Then she deflated when Jun mentioned sundaes. “They’re okay! We don’t have school those days so I can work on personal projects! But do we really have to wait until then for fries?” Ana had once again taken Jun’s words literally. It was clear there was an information gap in her mind that would otherwise form a connection between the word sundae and ice cream from McDonald’s instead of Sunday on a calendar.
She pressed her hand to her stomach just in time for it to growl. It wouldn’t be the first time Ana had to wait that long for food, but it had been a while since she’d received such a p- “Maybe Gen will feed me when we get back!” The idea banished the gloom that had started to creep up on the edge of thoughts she had to be wary of thinking in the first place.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 19:12:18 GMT
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I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!
“The heavy lifting!”
Ana wasn’t built to be strong. Even if Jun didn’t consider herself physically imposing, she had packed on more muscle than Ana’s lean frame boasted despite the latter being a good deal taller. Plus, carrying things was grunt work. Jun was the grunt for the day since Ana had to be the brains.
Which was the more difficult role was debatable. Stripping down and carrying away discarded pieces of metal was sure to be exhausting, but designing schematics on the fly for overhauling and overclocking an old and extremely battered boat was mentally taxing. By the time the hull had been restored to a solid state, minus the fishing pole holders, and the engine upgraded, Ana’s head was pounding and her tummy rumbling.
“Fries,” she whined at Jun.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 0:48:56 GMT
IT'S ME! HI!
I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!
Ana didn’t blink once during Jun’s backtracking expedition. She didn’t even seem to be breathing from the odd angle she had put herself in to twist back to look at Jun while leaning over the engine. Several seconds passed after Jun finished explaining herself. Then Ana blinked and said, “I see,” before turning her focus back to the engine.
Another round of silence transpired, broken only by the sound of Ana disassembling the engine with her own multi-tool pulled forth from one pocket or another. Piece by piece, it came apart until it was sitting at their feet. Ana looked up from her deconstructive handiwork and at the bigger mess that was Jun. Somehow, that always seemed to be the case no matter the situation.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
It was the least Ana could do. Jun hadn’t told anyone about the extent of Ana’s mutation, Gen’s visits to their room, or any of the other secrets Ana had divulged by virtue of their shared living space. At least as far as Ana knew.
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