[center][h2][color=00746b]꧁[/color]✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧[color=00746b]꧂[/color][/h2][/center]
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As Anastasiya silently continued to cover up the graffiti, the creative art meeting an unfortunate end, she tries to listen in on the conversations around her. 
A bad habit she knew, but her thoughts at the moment bored her, and everyone was so…strangely interesting. 

As a small melody began, she paused looking up. It was…nice. Ana quite enjoyed any kind of music, and the girl singing had an absolutely lovely voice. 
Then the others started to join in. Not all of them, but a few. It was sweet. 

The young woman hummed along, not singing, but in her own world now as she painted. 

Then a girl with purple dye in her hair spoke up, breaking the rhythm. Ana stopped fully what she was doing, raising an eyebrow. 
The hell?

She understood wanting to get the job done, and almost was impressed as how this girl wanted to keep Kassandra on task to get out faster. But…Ana hated stuff like that. She craved anarchy, and if she were to spend six months with these people, she would rather they get along and know each other. 

Ana didn’t outright say anything, only looking at the scene before a moment, not trying to hide her expression. Then she goes back to painting, but now…she wants to be a little bit of a menace. So. She breaks the humming. And sings as she paints. Not drastically loud. But enough. 

[color=00746b]“Don’t worry…about a thing, cause every little thing, is gonna be alright…”[/color] she purposely puts a highly joyful tone in her voice as she paints. It sounded a bit butchered in her accent, so she repeats the song in French.

[color=00746b]“Ne t'inquiète pas... de quoi que ce soit, car tout ira bien,”[/color]