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         The door was a plain one, carved with craftsmanship perfectly serviceable for a family home, brass knob glinting back pensive crimson eyes. A sight commonly seen before, oft a prelude to a midnight dance, walls artisanally painted red. Alas, this time lying in wait beyond it wasn't a target to sink knives into. Fitted within palms weren't the familiar weight of cool, elongated steel, but a simple, nondescript box.

          ❝ Anya ? ❞  Knuckles firmly rap against wood, requesting entry.  ❝ I... I have something for you. ❞

➤ ` ANYA. (  madestars  )

          upon  the  knock,    the  little  girl  jolts  to  attention  from  her  playtime,    imaginative  scenario  with  her  stuffed  animal  coming  to  a  halt.      she  is  supposed  to  be  studying,    as  told  as  much  from  her  papa,    but  it’s  so  boring  and  hard  to  focus  when  by  herself…      she  slides  to  her  desk,    going  on  to  pretend  that  she  was  always  doing  her  work,    until  she  hears  not  the  leading  patriarch  but  the  gentle  voice  of  her  new  mama.      Anya  trots  to  the  door  and  opens  it  with  expectant  and  wide  eyes,    looking  up  at  Yor  with  a  smile.

                    “  is  it  hot  choco?  ”          with  Yor’s  hands  behind  her  back,    the  girl  can  see  that,    no,    her  favorite  drink  is  not  waiting  for  her.      but  something  else…  !      Anya  opens  the  door  fully  and  gapes.          “  a  surprise?!  ”

         Hastened shuffle of tiny footsteps on floorboards, the rustle of fabric as small limbs kick into motion, a slight groan of the chair as it pulled out from the desk. All too easy for trained ears to pick up on, prompting a small smile to brighten Yor's features.

         It would seem Anya neglected assigned homework from the head of the household, preferring her style of fun to tediously penciling in answers. A stark contrast from Yuri of younger years, studiously ecstatic / eager to get his hands on new material / pouring academic devotion into lines of text.

         ❝ It's not hot chocolate, it's - ❞  Before the words solidify, the girl's already changed tracks, fixed on the weight in hands tucked out of sight. Found out already ?  Granted the woman's not very subtle, poised like she has something to hide, poorly disguised mix of nervous excitement coloring outward demeanor.  ❝ Yes !  I brought a surprise for you, Anya-san. ❞  Hands shifted, outstretched as she lowered to a crouch closer to Anya's eye level, presenting a modestly sized box neatly wrapped in somewhat plain, speckled paper.  ❝ I... do hope you'll like it. ❞