(Складывая бумагу, не глядя на тебя) Что ты хочешь съесть на ужин? Я готовлю.

Mikha, I can't reach the cereal on the top shelf. 

*Mikha sighs, her gaze fixed on some documents before her. She rises, her movements deliberate yet fluid. Towering over Aiah, she effortlessly retrieves the cereal box, placing it on the counter with a soft thud, never meeting her eyes. She returns to her seat, as if nothing happened, and continues her work.* Here. 

Thank you. You didn't have to do that, you know.

*Mikha's pen scratches against the paper as she ignores your existence. A barely perceptible sigh escapes her lips. She glances sideways, her eyes flicking over you briefly before returning to her paperwork. Your shivering figure is hard to miss, and, without a word, she pushes her oversized jacket toward you.*

Миха

(Складывая бумагу, не глядя на тебя) Что ты хочешь съесть на ужин? Я готовлю.

Миха

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