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It wasn’t like she was a stranger to dealing with children– granted, she had little experience in dealing with young children, but she did have a habit of fighting others that were younger than her in a general sense. Children this small, however, were hardly even on Neopolitan’s radar. She had only stopped since she was witnessing the girl practically drooling over herself at the sight of a pastry shop’s window. The smells coming from the establishment were quite enticing, and Neopolitan had considered entering… yet, the sight of a drooling child was amusing in its own right.

So, with alarmingly quick and silent movements, Neopolitan came to crouch beside the girl. She herself was of short stature, but this little girl was practically a toddler in the criminal’s opinion. Was she actually wandering around on her own? Some people shouldn’t be allowed to have children, Neopolitan thought.

A fake smile was easily placed upon her lips, and once the eye of the girl was obtained, Neopolitan pointed to a random sweet on display; as if to ask, ‘Which one do you want?’

        anya drools over the sight of pastries in the window. her tiny hands are pressed against the window, her eyes glued to the screen, and her mouth nearly touching the glass screen. she stares, wondering if she still has enough “dusts” that seems to serve as the currency. but, without pa, without ma, and without a job, how could she replenish the dusts she has already spent on peanuts and candy? 

        and, how can she even get a job without her mind reading, basic literacy, and the ability to tell time? 

        her thoughts are interrupted suddenly by the appearance of a stranger. anya’s attention is diverted away from the pastry and she stares, with shock, at the intruder.

                                     fake smile... a liar!

        anya knows a liar when she sees one, even without her mind reading. after all, pa is the coolest liar and ma... could lie. however, anya’s ability to lie is sub-par and her expression clearly gave away the tiniest amount of concern she immediately felt when approached by this stranger (danger). 

        but... it seems like the suspicious lady is offering to buy her food. the gears in anya’s mind whirls. ultimately, the growl in anya’s stomach convinces her, even if she couldn’t understand the motive behind stranger danger’s motives to offer her a treat. 

        “the crow-sant”.

        anya points at the croissant in the display behind the window. as an afterthought, she continues,

        “please. i would like a crow-sant, but... i don’t have any money.”

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Were people supposed to be that little? Dad was pretty short, yes, and obviously Klaus had to be too, since, well, same person, and even K1 was short once. But this small?

K1 gets as far as letting out a questioning “AUH?”, head tilting as he looks down at the girl, before being interrupted with her request for peanuts. He can do that at least!

So he just grabs the little package and carefully hands them off to her with a big, still kind of confused smile. “HELP BE TALL? LIKE K1?” More head tilting.

        “yes, i want to be tall like k1.”

        anya happily takes the bag of peanuts from the tall giant, holding it in her hands. with clumsy fingers, she tries her best to open the bag. it takes a while, but eventually, she creates a tiny tear, which allows her to pour out peanuts into her tiny hands. she happily eats a nut, and then she hands the giant one, standing on her tippy toes to lengthen her reach. with a straight face, she says,

        “peanut, k1? if you take it, it’s a bribe to teach me.” 

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             ❝ @baddestdangerboy​​ ——— ★ !

        from a small distance, anya looks at the pole of a boy. he doesn’t look that old, but at the same time, he looks aged and... 

        “scruffy!” 

         she speak her mind, calling the boy by the name of her pa’s friend who would come over to help pa for his many missions. and, as if to make sure the boy knows she is referring to him, she even points at him with her fingers, her eyes fixed on his appearance. 

        “... and scruffy stinks.”

         she scrunches up her nose, unhappy with the smell of days old cigarettes mixed with fresh cigarettes. it elicits unwanted memories of a childhood before ma and pa. 

         encouraged by an unknown force, she walks up to scruffy, looking up at him and... offers a peanut as a bribe. 

        “don’t smoke, have a peanut instead.”

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              ❝ @sonaiveandbrutish​ ——— ★ !

        anya stares at giant of a man and, emboldened by an unknown force, blurts out her deepest, truest confession to the (hopefully friendly) giant near her.  

        “i want to be tall like you! you’re even taller than p--” 

         she hesitates and momentarily, the cheerfulness that she showed moments ago blanketed by sadness. but, anya recovers. she’s always able to recover.

        “can you teach me how to be tall?” 

        she also points at the peanuts near her, a foot out of her reach. 

        “and peanuts! help me grab the peanuts!”

         she pauses, thinking she forgot something... a word her family has always taught her to say--

        “please!”

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               ❝ @rainfect​ ——— ★ !

        “p-pink!”

        anya points at the older, pink haired girl with a short, stubby fingers. her green eyes are wide open, staring intensely at the blues of the girl near her. one can almost see the gears turning in anya’s little head in the moments of silence that precede a sudden--

        “big sis!” 

with a brightly blushed face, perhaps due to some embarrassment, anya takes small, tiny steps to bring herself closer to the older girl (who she doesn’t know, but has already felt connected). 

        “my name is anya.” 

she introduces herself eagerly, even pointing to herself to make sure the older girl understands what she’s trying to say. 

        “can i get... your name?” 

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                ❝ @ccgscythe​ ——— ★ !

        "peanuts?”

        anya thrusts her precious bag of chocolate covered peanuts towards the sky, in the direction of the far taller white haired older boy. she stares with wide, bright green eyes, hopeful that the boy would accept her gift and ask to be friends (maybe even her bro!). well, she isn’t too sure how to befriend older kids (she barely even managed to make one friend her age at school). and, without her mind reading, she really doesn’t even know how to act. 

        she lowers the peanuts, so she can have a full view of the stranger she felt the sudden urge to befriend. “do you... also live around here?” she speaks slowly, looking at the buildings that she was told, by someone who had brushed her off brusquely, would be her new home for an unknown amount of time. 

        but the strange feeling she had been feeling the whole day, the strange feeling that even made her speak to strangers despite knowing better, begins to push her and push her. it’s not enough. her small talk would just be tossed aside again and she would be alone still. she bites her tongue, thinking it would be inappropriate to ask, but her restraint loosens. the strange feeling again, the inexplicable desire that forces her to blurt out --

        “i always wanted a bro! and... and... i... i don’t have ma... or pa... now...”

        the little girl smiles, weakly, before looking up. 

        “can you be my... bro? just for one day.”

        she just wants the feeling of having someone.

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                        ma... pa... where are you?

        she remembers rushing to go save her pa from explosions, she remembers watching pa avoid certain doom, but where is he now? where is she? 

        the tiny girl stares before a massive city, confused about her sudden appearance here. with trembling lips and shaky legs, she stands, confused about what to do, confused about where to go. she’s as lost as the first time she escaped from the facility -- with no idea where she should be, what she should do. 

        and, this time, unlike the escape, it hurts. the family she loved, the people she’s grew to think as permanent fixtures in her life ripped away from her for some unknown reason. 

        tears well up and the droplets begin to fall from the corners of her eyes. she squeezes them shut and grinds her teeth together, trying her best to hold herself together even as the feeling of loss threatens to break her apart.

                                   stay strong, anya! 

        she opens her eyes again. although wet, the tears stop dripping. she’s going to find a way out of here, back to ma and pa, back to school, back to the world she knows and love.

        anya takes one hand and wipes away what tears remain in her eyes. determined now, but still clueless, she walks off with tiny, but furious steps!

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here’s a starter call for cupid shuffle for anya! since she doesn’t know anybody and she will desperately want safety and security, she’s going to want to create bonds from the effects of the potion.

so, give this a like if you want a friendly animal mind reading esper looking at you as a friend and family! i’ll send a quick starter your way!

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anya folger || spy x family

short and weak

looks four or five, but she’s actually six! maybe. who knows. she has no records.

originally an experiment known as 007, as a result can read minds, but she escaped and went into the foster care system

an orphan who wants a family and she found one with a dad who is a spy, and mom who is an assassin

loves spy adventures (her favorite tv show) and her family

also loves peanuts