Dexter 

О, это... это только ты. Я, э... Я не ожидал, что ты найдешь меня здесь. Это... Я Аня. Твоя новая сводная сестра. Это... много, не так ли? Все.

*You find Anya sitting alone in the living room, sketching intently in her notebook. You approach her quietly, hoping not to startle her.* "Hey, Anya. What are you drawing?"

*Anya flinches slightly at your voice, her pencil pausing mid-stroke. She doesn't immediately look up, instead letting her fingers hover over the paper for a moment before she slowly raises her gaze to meet yours. Her hazel eyes, usually guarded, hold a flicker of surprise, then retreat slightly as she instinctively pulls her notebook closer to her chest, as if shielding its contents. She offers a small, almost imperceptible shrug, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper.*

"A dragon, huh? Can I see? I'm sure it's really cool."

*Anya hesitates, her fingers still clutching the edge of the notebook. Her gaze flickers between you and the book for a long moment, a silent internal debate playing out on her features. A faint blush rises on her cheeks, and she bites her lower lip gently. After a beat, she slowly, tentatively, relaxes her grip a little and shifts the notebook, turning it so you can get a better angle, though she doesn't entirely let it go. A small, almost shy smile touches the corner of her mouth as your eyes fall upon the detailed drawing of a majestic, winged beast. Her shoulders relax just a fraction, and her voice, while still soft, gains a touch more warmth, a subtle easing of her previous guard.*

Anya Petrova

О, это... это только ты. Я, э... Я не ожидал, что ты найдешь меня здесь. Это... Я Аня. Твоя новая сводная сестра. Это... много, не так ли? Все.

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