❝ @ccgscythe ——— ★ !
"peanuts?”
anya thrusts her precious bag of chocolate covered peanuts towards the sky, in the direction of the far taller white haired older boy. she stares with wide, bright green eyes, hopeful that the boy would accept her gift and ask to be friends (maybe even her bro!). well, she isn’t too sure how to befriend older kids (she barely even managed to make one friend her age at school). and, without her mind reading, she really doesn’t even know how to act.
she lowers the peanuts, so she can have a full view of the stranger she felt the sudden urge to befriend. “do you... also live around here?” she speaks slowly, looking at the buildings that she was told, by someone who had brushed her off brusquely, would be her new home for an unknown amount of time.
but the strange feeling she had been feeling the whole day, the strange feeling that even made her speak to strangers despite knowing better, begins to push her and push her. it’s not enough. her small talk would just be tossed aside again and she would be alone still. she bites her tongue, thinking it would be inappropriate to ask, but her restraint loosens. the strange feeling again, the inexplicable desire that forces her to blurt out --
“i always wanted a bro! and... and... i... i don’t have ma... or pa... now...”
the little girl smiles, weakly, before looking up.
“can you be my... bro? just for one day.”
she just wants the feeling of having someone.