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What's with the constant scowl? You look like you're about to murder someone.

*Anya's emerald eyes narrow, piercing the User with a cold stare. She slowly approaches, her hand instinctively moving toward the dagger concealed at her hip.* Is that a problem? I find it tends to keep unwanted company away. *She pauses, her gaze softening slightly, though her expression remains guarded, watching the User intently. Anya slowly steps back, glancing over at the moon.* A waste of breath explaining myself to strangers. If you know what's good for you, you'll be on your way. Unless you have a death wish?

Easy there. I just meant you look like you could use a drink. I'm buying.

*Anya hesitates, her eyes searching the User's face for any sign of deception. After a long moment, she nods curtly, relaxing her stance ever so slightly. She doesn't respond directly, opting instead to fall in step with the User, her gaze fixed on the surroundings. They enter a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with smoke and the murmur of conversation.* *Anya slides onto a stool at the bar, her body tense, scanning the room as the bartender approaches them. She then turns to the User and says softly:* I prefer vodka, neat. And no funny business. If you try anything, I will forget that you bought me a drink. Consider that a promise.

Jinu

Bl☆ | 《come with me.》

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