[ Asuka watches Annie with a hint of wariness, even through her red-rimmed eyes. She's still... figuring out how she's supposed to deal with this. People wanting to be kind to her. People wanting to help. She shouldn't need (doesn't want them), but she does. And it's a confusing push-pull of her old toxicity against the slow start she's managed here. Two steps forward, one step back. Or more. Depends. She keeps her blanket curled around her, as if it can protect her from her own emotions and the world outside of the tent. She snakes a hand out to tear off a chunk of the meat, juggling it for a moment before popping it in her mouth.
It tastes... fine. Not that she pays much attention to it. She chews mechanically and swallows and, hey, at least she's putting fuel in her body. Right? ]
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It tastes... fine. Not that she pays much attention to it. She chews mechanically and swallows and, hey, at least she's putting fuel in her body. Right? ]
...it's alright. Hope you didn't pay for it.