hushedblade:
@starlitspy
It wasn’t like she was a stranger to dealing with children– granted, she had little experience in dealing with young children, but she did have a habit of fighting others that were younger than her in a general sense. Children this small, however, were hardly even on Neopolitan’s radar. She had only stopped since she was witnessing the girl practically drooling over herself at the sight of a pastry shop’s window. The smells coming from the establishment were quite enticing, and Neopolitan had considered entering… yet, the sight of a drooling child was amusing in its own right.
So, with alarmingly quick and silent movements, Neopolitan came to crouch beside the girl. She herself was of short stature, but this little girl was practically a toddler in the criminal’s opinion. Was she actually wandering around on her own? Some people shouldn’t be allowed to have children, Neopolitan thought.
A fake smile was easily placed upon her lips, and once the eye of the girl was obtained, Neopolitan pointed to a random sweet on display; as if to ask, ‘Which one do you want?’
anya drools over the sight of pastries in the window. her tiny hands are pressed against the window, her eyes glued to the screen, and her mouth nearly touching the glass screen. she stares, wondering if she still has enough “dusts” that seems to serve as the currency. but, without pa, without ma, and without a job, how could she replenish the dusts she has already spent on peanuts and candy?
and, how can she even get a job without her mind reading, basic literacy, and the ability to tell time?
her thoughts are interrupted suddenly by the appearance of a stranger. anya’s attention is diverted away from the pastry and she stares, with shock, at the intruder.
fake smile... a liar!
anya knows a liar when she sees one, even without her mind reading. after all, pa is the coolest liar and ma... could lie. however, anya’s ability to lie is sub-par and her expression clearly gave away the tiniest amount of concern she immediately felt when approached by this stranger (danger).
but... it seems like the suspicious lady is offering to buy her food. the gears in anya’s mind whirls. ultimately, the growl in anya’s stomach convinces her, even if she couldn’t understand the motive behind stranger danger’s motives to offer her a treat.
“the crow-sant”.
anya points at the croissant in the display behind the window. as an afterthought, she continues,
“please. i would like a crow-sant, but... i don’t have any money.”