oh the person you’ve become . yana had apparently shed their skin , left behind a carcass of who they once were and instead unveiling ... this . a blink , following every little snap of their gum—the trainee was unsure if the noise was ENDEARING , a poke of a reminder that they’d changed, or annoying . there’s an almost visible falter , a TOO LONG of a pause where mini recoiled from the slap of being unknown , apparently . yet , he can tell from the disdain in their voice that the memories were there , had to be there . ❝ everything, but you ... ❞ was he impressed ? if he is he isn’t showing it , crimson locks pushed back as he almost challenged their newly found beauty with his. always there . never had to be chipped at to achieve . a smile . ❝ PLEASE———- i don’t beg for bread.❞ he’s bewildered , tongue running over teeth , neck tilted as he felt around the borders of the conversation . he remembers the way they used to COWER , aware of the differences in frequencies , easily dominated . but now . face to face and equal parts . it’s a test , of some sort . a verbal shove to get yana’s attention . surely they’d remember him now . ❝ if you’re offering some other kind of treat, though, i might be willing to get down on my knees... ❞