[ Kainé glares up at Satoko, but then looks up at Anna, and her expression softens slightly. She could throttle this intruder right now, choke the life out of her... but she goes slack. She doesn't understand the situation. She doesn't understand or trust anything.
But Anna cares about this person, right? (More than she'll ever care about Kainé, just here to ogle at and cook for her) So the wary paranoia doesn't leave her eyes, but she makes no further moves towards violence. Even if that bitch did just spit in her face. Gross. She wipes it off with the back of her hand, more of her own blood smearing across her cheeks. ]
You coulda told me you're friends with an insane bitch who breaks into people's windows.
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But Anna cares about this person, right? (More than she'll ever care about Kainé, just here to ogle at and cook for her) So the wary paranoia doesn't leave her eyes, but she makes no further moves towards violence. Even if that bitch did just spit in her face. Gross. She wipes it off with the back of her hand, more of her own blood smearing across her cheeks. ]
You coulda told me you're friends with an insane bitch who breaks into people's windows.