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They do, but I just never
have seen you so invested
in my work. It’s a first, 𝗬𝗼𝗿.
[ Leaning a little closer. Eyes directed at her own hues as another question followed, seemingly to shift the topic more and more. One distraction after another. ]
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[ and if he discovered her own, she knew he would not understand. Why would he want Anya around someone like her?
Yor blinked in surprise at the counter question. She was awfully curious… had she not shown any interest in his profession before?
What a horrible wife she -
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tonight. Is everything alright with you?
[ Shoving her question aside as he brought up a counter question. Just in hopes she would forget about it. ]
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[ There is no way he could actually talk to her about his struggles at work. If she knew who he was, he’d have to disappear without a single trace and Anya as well.
Taking a deep breath, relaxing before looking at her with confidence. ]
You’re awfully curious +
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[ the heat on her cheeks worsened. so much so the assassin swore they hurt—
it had been his fault ! acting so weird, getting on his knee and taking her hand?!
anyway. . .
she cleared her throat and though her finger traced the rim of her glass, she did not drink. . . yet. ] -
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I think even 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 is too
much for you. I have not
forgotten that time at the
christmas market.
[ Rubbing his chin. That kick could
still be felt so many months after.
Reaching for his glass, bringing it
immediately to his lips before emptying
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[ … not a lie.
Yor smiled, embarrassed , but waved it dismissal. ]
do not worry! It’ll only be one glass, I was just not going to let you drink alone.
[ that was… sad.
The dark-haired girl swirled the contents of her glass around, hesitating. ]
Is it… about work?
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[ Fingers would part as his eye peaked
between them. A glass in her hand as
he removed his hand. ]
Are you planning to drink as well…?
I’m not sure if that’s a good idea
knowing what a lightweight you are…?
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[ the groan told her that wine was , perhaps , not the best idea but. . . ]
I’ll bring the bottle…
and keep you company!
[ she had to make sure his state did not worsen .
a minute later , she was sat by him with her own glass and the bottle between them . ]
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I’m fine. I’ll just—
[ Groaning in pain. A headache already
had set in from the stress and few
glasses. ]
. . I need a few more glasses that’s all.
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Yor had put Anya to sleep and was ready to go to bed herself when she saw Loid on her way to the kitchen.
“oh.” she blinked, her brow furrowing. “Loid—are you okay? do you feel sick?” she lowered her gaze to the wine. probably not. . .
@deadlyheroine ᅠ
[ Stepping dangerously close to the
assassin. Arms already around her
form as one hand moved against her
waist. ]
Here is your full size Loid. But I may
doubt that will actually work…
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