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Of the engagement, there was not much to say. It had been years since he had had a fight worth talking about, and centuries since he had faced anything that could truly hurt him. Still, it had scratched that itch, and given him an opportunity to watch Yulia Bostova in action.
Hikaru Shinta happened to be watching Yulia now, as they cleaned up. There he was, lighting up another cigarette, tracing her progress across the warehouse floor. The place reeked now, and there was definitely more blood than there was anything else. Thankfully, that did not have to be his concern, or the concern of his companion for the moment. The Methuselah, on the other hand...
The Blade King laughed a little, and took another drag from his cigarette. Thinking about making somebody of Elias Tagabigay's pop another vein always amused him.
"Want one?"
He held his pack out in Yulia's direction the moment she was close enough, and smiled. Best not to give her the impression that he was laughing at nothing, or, worse yet, laughing at her.
Hikaru Shinta happened to be watching Yulia now, as they cleaned up. There he was, lighting up another cigarette, tracing her progress across the warehouse floor. The place reeked now, and there was definitely more blood than there was anything else. Thankfully, that did not have to be his concern, or the concern of his companion for the moment. The Methuselah, on the other hand...
The Blade King laughed a little, and took another drag from his cigarette. Thinking about making somebody of Elias Tagabigay's pop another vein always amused him.
"Want one?"
He held his pack out in Yulia's direction the moment she was close enough, and smiled. Best not to give her the impression that he was laughing at nothing, or, worse yet, laughing at her.
At first, she thought she was the one laughing. She isn't; Anya was. She hasn't heard herself laugh in years, and that voice was definitely Anya's. She missed the sound of her laughing, although it sounded a little different now. They were both different now.
Yulia let her sister be, shaking her head as she wiped a spatter of blood off her cheek. It probably wasn't the best decision as it only smeared the blood across her face, but it was less annoying now. She rolls her shoulders, letting her muscles relax. The fight was delightful. Sure, it wasn't her best, but she hadn't felt that rush of excitement in quite some time, now. Not since... Not since them.
Still, when she turned to the Blade King, there was a small smile on her face-- she probably hasn't even noticed she's smiling yet. She had to step over limbs to get to him, sure, but she just sort of admired their little handiwork. She wasn't at his level just yet (probably never will be), but at least she was no hindrance. She was good at her job, and she was damn proud of it.
She reached for his proffered pack, taking a stick from it with her less bloody hand. "Spasiba," she said as she lit up. She took a drag from her cigarette before returning the pack and addressing him, one eyebrow raised. Anya had calmed down at this point, but she could practically feel her smile in her head.
"You are amused at something, also?"
Yulia let her sister be, shaking her head as she wiped a spatter of blood off her cheek. It probably wasn't the best decision as it only smeared the blood across her face, but it was less annoying now. She rolls her shoulders, letting her muscles relax. The fight was delightful. Sure, it wasn't her best, but she hadn't felt that rush of excitement in quite some time, now. Not since... Not since them.
Still, when she turned to the Blade King, there was a small smile on her face-- she probably hasn't even noticed she's smiling yet. She had to step over limbs to get to him, sure, but she just sort of admired their little handiwork. She wasn't at his level just yet (probably never will be), but at least she was no hindrance. She was good at her job, and she was damn proud of it.
She reached for his proffered pack, taking a stick from it with her less bloody hand. "Spasiba," she said as she lit up. She took a drag from her cigarette before returning the pack and addressing him, one eyebrow raised. Anya had calmed down at this point, but she could practically feel her smile in her head.
"You are amused at something, also?"
"Yes, I am."
He decided, yet again, that he quite liked it when Yulia smiled. He knew of only too many people who felt that they were incapable of it. They had their reasons, of course, and he understood them all too well, but few came to realize that the first step to being better was to act like one was better.
(That is something you are good at, isn't it?)
And I do wonder whose fault THAT is.
"The local Vanguard division is going to have a bitch of a time cleaning all of this up."
And there will probably be a report of two crazy Bladians being behind it. One from Netsach, and that other being That Fucking Blade King from Zangyaku. Another one for the records, another urban legend for novices to gape or giggle at over the network.
Hunting built a special sort of camaraderie, all in the different shades of morbid truths and even more morbid humor.
He decided, yet again, that he quite liked it when Yulia smiled. He knew of only too many people who felt that they were incapable of it. They had their reasons, of course, and he understood them all too well, but few came to realize that the first step to being better was to act like one was better.
(That is something you are good at, isn't it?)
And I do wonder whose fault THAT is.
"The local Vanguard division is going to have a bitch of a time cleaning all of this up."
And there will probably be a report of two crazy Bladians being behind it. One from Netsach, and that other being That Fucking Blade King from Zangyaku. Another one for the records, another urban legend for novices to gape or giggle at over the network.
Hunting built a special sort of camaraderie, all in the different shades of morbid truths and even more morbid humor.
Yulia allowed herself a short, soft chuckle as she looked back at the mess they had made. "That should be fun."
For a moment, she wondered if she could help, maybe just a little. With all that blood-- she'd seen it happen: with Saxon and Breton at that evening at King's Rest, calling the blood to them (you found it sexy.); and many years ago, with the Blade King himself when he saved her small, starving village. It would take time for her to master that skill, but in time, she knew she would. She was determined enough.
"So," she began, bringing the cigarette to her lips again. Too casual, she thinks; a little like what Kaz had done a while back. It felt a little embarrassing, but what's done was done and all she had to do was go with it. Roll with the punches, as they said.
"What now?"
For a moment, she wondered if she could help, maybe just a little. With all that blood-- she'd seen it happen: with Saxon and Breton at that evening at King's Rest, calling the blood to them (you found it sexy.); and many years ago, with the Blade King himself when he saved her small, starving village. It would take time for her to master that skill, but in time, she knew she would. She was determined enough.
"So," she began, bringing the cigarette to her lips again. Too casual, she thinks; a little like what Kaz had done a while back. It felt a little embarrassing, but what's done was done and all she had to do was go with it. Roll with the punches, as they said.
"What now?"
"Right now? I plan on finishing a few more cigarettes and waiting around for the Vanguard boys to come in for the debriefing. After that, though..."
He smiled, as he brought the cig back up to his lips.
"You need to take me around."
Yulia had been the one who had specifically cited Prague. Surely she knew what was worth looking at and what wasn't?
(That, and he wanted to see what she was going to do, being back in a city for reasons that she did not seem comfortable divulging. And that could only mean one thing.)
He smiled, as he brought the cig back up to his lips.
"You need to take me around."
Yulia had been the one who had specifically cited Prague. Surely she knew what was worth looking at and what wasn't?
(That, and he wanted to see what she was going to do, being back in a city for reasons that she did not seem comfortable divulging. And that could only mean one thing.)
Yulia tilts her head in thought, running through her memory of Prague. There is a brief flicker of emotion in her eyes when she thinks of a place.
It was a small place along a lonely-looking road. Had a nice view of the river. Marcin and Hans practically had to drag Yulia there, who, at the time just wanted to return home. But it was Stefan's birthday, and everyone else wante to celebrate, and she eventually gave in.
"There is bar across the Vltava," she said, her voice betraying none of her feelings (embarrassment? regret? both?). "You might like there."
She remembered the route. They could cut through a wooded park, take the bridge by the old town. She remembered Ingrid wanting to stop by the Astronomical Clock on the way, how she rolled her eyes when pictures were taken.
She doesn't think of what happened after the bar.
But if Hikaru Shinta wanted her to show him around like standard tourist fare, he could shove that thought up his ass and pay for the goddamned boring tour guide himself.
It was a small place along a lonely-looking road. Had a nice view of the river. Marcin and Hans practically had to drag Yulia there, who, at the time just wanted to return home. But it was Stefan's birthday, and everyone else wante to celebrate, and she eventually gave in.
"There is bar across the Vltava," she said, her voice betraying none of her feelings (embarrassment? regret? both?). "You might like there."
She remembered the route. They could cut through a wooded park, take the bridge by the old town. She remembered Ingrid wanting to stop by the Astronomical Clock on the way, how she rolled her eyes when pictures were taken.
She doesn't think of what happened after the bar.
But if Hikaru Shinta wanted her to show him around like standard tourist fare, he could shove that thought up his ass and pay for the goddamned boring tour guide himself.
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"If you like it there, then I'm sure I'll like it there."
Thankfully, Hikaru was completely uninterested in guided tours, stilted shuttling from one famous place to another. He preferred to explore, to dwell on all of the little things, to take his sweet damned time sucking on the marrow of the city and reveling in how the insides tasted different with every bone he took.
The door opened at that moment, and seconds later, the anxious face of a boy in a Methuselah uniform was peeking in.
"Inquisitor Shinta...?"
"Thanks." He turned to Yulia just once before walking towards the operative. "Give me five minutes, then we can go."
Thankfully, Hikaru was completely uninterested in guided tours, stilted shuttling from one famous place to another. He preferred to explore, to dwell on all of the little things, to take his sweet damned time sucking on the marrow of the city and reveling in how the insides tasted different with every bone he took.
The door opened at that moment, and seconds later, the anxious face of a boy in a Methuselah uniform was peeking in.
"Inquisitor Shinta...?"
"Thanks." He turned to Yulia just once before walking towards the operative. "Give me five minutes, then we can go."
Waking the Dead 2.0 || Between The Lines || Yulia and Kaz; March 2063
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2013-12-30 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Yulia is... She's scary. Kaz acknowledges that. She's also very good at fighting. He's seen it, she saved his skin with her abilities - and she's not much older than him.
Which is why he's pacing in the hallway of their dorm... Ever since that night, he's feeling like he needs to be more than he is, and he needs to learn to work with his Blademates.
Leo's door opens and he just gives Kaz a look that clearly says 'whatever it is you're doing, just get it over with' - before slamming the door. Because Kaz mutters, and the walls are thin except for when Taning uses spells to keep them ensconced in soundproof bubbles.
But then, the look is enough. Kaz marches up to Yulia's door and knocks - three sharp raps. He drops his voice a little, though.]
Yulia? It's Kaz... I know it's early but would you like to join me in the training room downstairs? Y'know, for sparring?
Which is why he's pacing in the hallway of their dorm... Ever since that night, he's feeling like he needs to be more than he is, and he needs to learn to work with his Blademates.
Leo's door opens and he just gives Kaz a look that clearly says 'whatever it is you're doing, just get it over with' - before slamming the door. Because Kaz mutters, and the walls are thin except for when Taning uses spells to keep them ensconced in soundproof bubbles.
But then, the look is enough. Kaz marches up to Yulia's door and knocks - three sharp raps. He drops his voice a little, though.]
Yulia? It's Kaz... I know it's early but would you like to join me in the training room downstairs? Y'know, for sparring?
Yulia was about to say, about to reply that no, she did not like it there (lies, all lies.), when the Methuselah kid popped his head in. She gave Hikaru a shrug in response instead, not even verbalizing the implied "Do what you want, I'll be right here."
He was the Blade King, you let him do what he wants; you just follow.
Still, five minutes was a little too much time to leave Yulia alone with her thoughts. Especially with thoughts of Prague and the people who left her behind. She tried holding back the memories, but it was useless. They came back, rushing, unwanted-- good memories, but sad at the same time.
Then again, she was the one who suggested to go to Prague in the first place. She wondered why, for a moment.
She finished her stick, and crushed it under her boot as she fished for her own pack. She was running low and needed to stock up again, but still she lit up her second stick. She needed them badly. If not that, the drinks they would have (should have) later.
Yulia forced herself to just watch Hikaru talk to the Methuselah kid, listen in, or whatever. Distract herself from the memories. She scratched lightly at her cheek, at the thin layer of drying blood. That had to come off before they went out into the city.
He was the Blade King, you let him do what he wants; you just follow.
Still, five minutes was a little too much time to leave Yulia alone with her thoughts. Especially with thoughts of Prague and the people who left her behind. She tried holding back the memories, but it was useless. They came back, rushing, unwanted-- good memories, but sad at the same time.
Then again, she was the one who suggested to go to Prague in the first place. She wondered why, for a moment.
She finished her stick, and crushed it under her boot as she fished for her own pack. She was running low and needed to stock up again, but still she lit up her second stick. She needed them badly. If not that, the drinks they would have (should have) later.
Yulia forced herself to just watch Hikaru talk to the Methuselah kid, listen in, or whatever. Distract herself from the memories. She scratched lightly at her cheek, at the thin layer of drying blood. That had to come off before they went out into the city.
And since she was watching him, Yulia was going to end up seeing Hikaru Shinta delivering his report and managing to snag a nice quick-dry cum clean-all towel and some nice grape-flavored cigarettes.
Charm could get one very, very far in life.
"Here."
He handed his offerings over to Yulia the moment he broke off from the operative, and smiled.
"Gifts for the road."
Besides: he could not have Yulia not looking pretty. They were going on a pseudo-date, after all.
Charm could get one very, very far in life.
"Here."
He handed his offerings over to Yulia the moment he broke off from the operative, and smiled.
"Gifts for the road."
Besides: he could not have Yulia not looking pretty. They were going on a pseudo-date, after all.
[ yulia had been expecting that knock on her door, actually. she'd been up for a while now, doing her morning exercise routine when she heard someone pacing back and forth out in the hallway.
it wasn't too hard to figure out who it was. taning--stanley-- what-the-fuck-ever, wouldn't do that, neither would josh. brianna didn't even seem the type to come to her at this hour, so that left kaz. (jillian and leo had no reason to knock at her door at all).
wiping her brow with the towel draped on her shoulder, she pads toward her door to answer it even before kaz finishes whatever it was he was saying (something about training rooms, or whatever). ]
Give me five minutes.
[ it's the only thing she says before she closes the door again. five minutes because, as was usual, she'd stripped down to her underwear (sports bra and shorts, always in the morning) before working out.
and it takes her exactly that-- five minutes to freshen up a bit and put her clothes and her weapons on, and she's back at the door, out the room and locking it behind her. ]
Let us go.
it wasn't too hard to figure out who it was. taning--stanley-- what-the-fuck-ever, wouldn't do that, neither would josh. brianna didn't even seem the type to come to her at this hour, so that left kaz. (jillian and leo had no reason to knock at her door at all).
wiping her brow with the towel draped on her shoulder, she pads toward her door to answer it even before kaz finishes whatever it was he was saying (something about training rooms, or whatever). ]
Give me five minutes.
[ it's the only thing she says before she closes the door again. five minutes because, as was usual, she'd stripped down to her underwear (sports bra and shorts, always in the morning) before working out.
and it takes her exactly that-- five minutes to freshen up a bit and put her clothes and her weapons on, and she's back at the door, out the room and locking it behind her. ]
Let us go.
"...Thank you," she said as she took the offered gifts, a little wary, a little unsure.
The towel Yulia needed; and she used it immediately, scrubbing at her face, her neck, her hands. The cigarettes, she pocketed. She didn't even wonder how Hikaru knew what she needed. He had ways, she was sure.
She was wiping her hands when she flicked her gaze from where the kid stood, at the entrance of the warehouse, then, to Hikaru Shinta.
"He did not look very pleased."
The towel Yulia needed; and she used it immediately, scrubbing at her face, her neck, her hands. The cigarettes, she pocketed. She didn't even wonder how Hikaru knew what she needed. He had ways, she was sure.
She was wiping her hands when she flicked her gaze from where the kid stood, at the entrance of the warehouse, then, to Hikaru Shinta.
"He did not look very pleased."
O-ookay. Come on, then.
[She's fast and he knows better. He cocks his head in the general 'let's go' gesture and moves off, navigating the staircase and a couple of quick turns to get to a lattice sliding door. If it had been Josh or Jill or Leo he would've said something like...]
Y'know it's bigger on the inside...
[His eyes bug out because goddamn it Karlo Antonio, really?
A Bladian Russian Ice Queen and you decide to make a DOCTOR WHO reference?!
The lack of self-preservation instincts, combined with the bluntness he seems to be acquiring from his mentor makes for a very honest, stream-of-consciousness, sometimes stupid kid. Which is why he clamps his mouth shut, opens the door and steps into the training hall.
This is an odd room, and it was one that Kaz had found completely by accident one day: a room the exact same size as the walls that bordered the dorm's inner walls, which made no sense because there were dorm rooms all over the place. Its floor is completely decked with tatami mats, lacquered support beams scattered about the room, evening out the space.
There are cubby holes for shoes, and rows of practice weapons. But then, Kaz is carrying the Wings of Therion.]
Welcome to the hidden hall. Found it this one ti...But you don't want to hear about that. Right.
[He slips off his sneakers and stows them in the nearest cubby, leaving him in a pair of blue socks with little boxes on them, and steps out onto the mats, drawing both of the Wings as he goes.]
[She's fast and he knows better. He cocks his head in the general 'let's go' gesture and moves off, navigating the staircase and a couple of quick turns to get to a lattice sliding door. If it had been Josh or Jill or Leo he would've said something like...]
Y'know it's bigger on the inside...
[His eyes bug out because goddamn it Karlo Antonio, really?
A Bladian Russian Ice Queen and you decide to make a DOCTOR WHO reference?!
The lack of self-preservation instincts, combined with the bluntness he seems to be acquiring from his mentor makes for a very honest, stream-of-consciousness, sometimes stupid kid. Which is why he clamps his mouth shut, opens the door and steps into the training hall.
This is an odd room, and it was one that Kaz had found completely by accident one day: a room the exact same size as the walls that bordered the dorm's inner walls, which made no sense because there were dorm rooms all over the place. Its floor is completely decked with tatami mats, lacquered support beams scattered about the room, evening out the space.
There are cubby holes for shoes, and rows of practice weapons. But then, Kaz is carrying the Wings of Therion.]
Welcome to the hidden hall. Found it this one ti...But you don't want to hear about that. Right.
[He slips off his sneakers and stows them in the nearest cubby, leaving him in a pair of blue socks with little boxes on them, and steps out onto the mats, drawing both of the Wings as he goes.]
The one time you and your boytoy [ anya's words, not hers. ] were looking for a place to fuck, away from the dorm rooms?
[ she fills it in as she slips off her shoes, her voice in that disinterested tone that clearly stated she gave no fucks.
yulia follows kaz to the center of the mats, knives still in their sheathes, at her sides. ]
Or is it a different story altogether?
[ she fills it in as she slips off her shoes, her voice in that disinterested tone that clearly stated she gave no fucks.
yulia follows kaz to the center of the mats, knives still in their sheathes, at her sides. ]
Or is it a different story altogether?
"He's just a little overwhelmed. The boy's used to having to clean up after particularly messy Hunters, but it's rare that he has to do it all on his own."
Naturally, Hikaru was sympathetic. He was also not going to bother making it easier on the kid. Hunting was a thankless job, and the sooner people got used to that, the better.
"Enough about that, though. Lead the way?"
Naturally, Hikaru was sympathetic. He was also not going to bother making it easier on the kid. Hunting was a thankless job, and the sooner people got used to that, the better.
"Enough about that, though. Lead the way?"
[Kaz's eyebrows shoot up into his fringe, mostly because he really was not expecting that fron Yulia. At the same time, he's indignant because Nico is not a toy. And neither is he.
So he ignores the warning bells going off in his head and quips:[]
Different story altogether, but I didn't realize me fucking a Zangyaku initiate was something you concerned yourself with.
[Kaz flicks the Wings into Tonfa mode, the whirrs and clicks of gears going off as they do. He drops into a stance and readies himself to die, not that he's being dramatic, but after what he just said... Well.[]
So he ignores the warning bells going off in his head and quips:[]
Different story altogether, but I didn't realize me fucking a Zangyaku initiate was something you concerned yourself with.
[Kaz flicks the Wings into Tonfa mode, the whirrs and clicks of gears going off as they do. He drops into a stance and readies himself to die, not that he's being dramatic, but after what he just said... Well.[]
You'd be surprised with what you hear in hallways.
[ she just stands there, hands at her sides in a loose stance-- if you could even call it that. she's standing feet apart, but leaning her weight to one side. her knives aren't drawn, like she isn't even bothering to take this spar seriously.
yes, it's a taunt. and yes, that's a smirk on her lips. ]
[ she just stands there, hands at her sides in a loose stance-- if you could even call it that. she's standing feet apart, but leaning her weight to one side. her knives aren't drawn, like she isn't even bothering to take this spar seriously.
yes, it's a taunt. and yes, that's a smirk on her lips. ]
[Oh.
And he gets it, her knives aren't drawn and she's probably not taking him seriously. He understands that she's a Sixth Circle Hunter and she could wipe the floor with him, but he's never stopped trying.
Kaz's fighting style is... unconventional. Alistair says it's sloppy, but he'll learn finesse in time. Which is why his first move is to drop low, make for the nearest beam and rebound off of it, eyes flashing as he brings his left tonfa in for a strike.]
And he gets it, her knives aren't drawn and she's probably not taking him seriously. He understands that she's a Sixth Circle Hunter and she could wipe the floor with him, but he's never stopped trying.
Kaz's fighting style is... unconventional. Alistair says it's sloppy, but he'll learn finesse in time. Which is why his first move is to drop low, make for the nearest beam and rebound off of it, eyes flashing as he brings his left tonfa in for a strike.]
You remember? I don't think I ever thanked you properly for that day. Let me do that now...
[Kaz hasn't been idle. He trains more and more each day - Alistair is a thorough teacher - but Kaz isn't even remotely ready to ask his mentor to not hold back. Yulia, however, will give him all the fight he wants if he can just interest her enough.
He waits a beat, for her to circle behind him before he moves, feet skidding on the tatami mats. He moves back, then runs low, so low his chest is three inches off the ground, feints a strike at her legs before sliding around - out of the crouch - behind Yulia and bringing the tonfa forward to a halt beside her head.]
I know I'm not much help, Yulia. But I want to learn to fight as well as you do. I can't have my own Blademate looking down on me when I come to her asking for help.
[Kaz hasn't been idle. He trains more and more each day - Alistair is a thorough teacher - but Kaz isn't even remotely ready to ask his mentor to not hold back. Yulia, however, will give him all the fight he wants if he can just interest her enough.
He waits a beat, for her to circle behind him before he moves, feet skidding on the tatami mats. He moves back, then runs low, so low his chest is three inches off the ground, feints a strike at her legs before sliding around - out of the crouch - behind Yulia and bringing the tonfa forward to a halt beside her head.]
I know I'm not much help, Yulia. But I want to learn to fight as well as you do. I can't have my own Blademate looking down on me when I come to her asking for help.
"We're walking."
And she set off right then, dropped the towel she just finished using on the kid's shoulder and slipped out of the warehouse. She only stopped across the street so she could get her bearings, find the direction of the river before continuing on. Although, with who she was with, it was probably alright to get a little lost.
Besides, there was still a bit of daylight they could waste.
And she set off right then, dropped the towel she just finished using on the kid's shoulder and slipped out of the warehouse. She only stopped across the street so she could get her bearings, find the direction of the river before continuing on. Although, with who she was with, it was probably alright to get a little lost.
Besides, there was still a bit of daylight they could waste.
[ she smiles down at him, looking very unruffled. it helps that she's taller. (it's funny because she knows he doesn't mean it literally.) ]
Good.
[ she responds to his 'attack' this time around. she grabs his wrist, the one holding the tonfa near her face, and pulls, hard, throwing him across the tatami floor. then she pulls out one of her knives-- her off-hand-- holding it in the 'earth' position. ]
Then you shall show me what you have learned so far, da?
Good.
[ she responds to his 'attack' this time around. she grabs his wrist, the one holding the tonfa near her face, and pulls, hard, throwing him across the tatami floor. then she pulls out one of her knives-- her off-hand-- holding it in the 'earth' position. ]
Then you shall show me what you have learned so far, da?
[Kaz barely has time to register a smirk before he's thrown across the room, so his recovery is a little graceless, but he still manages to flip into a crouch.
Gong Yi Tan Pai he thinks, coming up from the crouch with his tonfa spinning. They lie flat against his forearms in a classic 'ready' stance.]
Okay. I can manage that.
Gong Yi Tan Pai he thinks, coming up from the crouch with his tonfa spinning. They lie flat against his forearms in a classic 'ready' stance.]
Okay. I can manage that.
Hikaru, on the other hand, hung back at just the right distance to observe one Yulia Bostova at Work En-Route to Being at Play. The girl's focus honestly amused him. It also reminded him of a lot of things.
"I suddenly remember why I enjoyed my last stay here."
"I suddenly remember why I enjoyed my last stay here."
Walking around Prague was always a treat. It was a beautiful city; anywhere you looked was something even Yulia could appreciate. It's also a good thing she still remembered some of the ins and outs of the city.
She looked back at him as they walked.
"And you will tell me why even if I do not asked, da?"
She looked back at him as they walked.
"And you will tell me why even if I do not asked, da?"
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