Children of Pandora's Box

"I'm not old...I just. Too damn early." Luka could probably better handle this around noon. Not old, just lazy as fuck.

Dylan basically just wanted someone to mess with, because she was so freakin' bored. "Finnnneee. But just so you know, even Ella has you beat."

"Eh. Ella has everyone beat at being lazy." Luka didn't try too hard to give a shit. Ella had an excuse to be lazy as fuck.

Dylan shook her head, "No, not what I mean. Ella has you beat for not being lazy and actually getting up in the morning like a normal adult."

"Oh." That was new. "Eh. I still don't care." Fuck being a normal adult. We all know Luka is 1/3 mature adult, 1/3 ADHD six year old, and 1/3 irresponsible teenager. I'm kind of surprised that between her and Kyo, the kids she has living with her survived this long.

"I never said you would." Dylan snorted, standing up again. She turned away from her sort-of Aunt to address Anya, "I'm sorry this has been a boring first day." Not only had Wal-Mart been a fail, but so had snooping through Luka's things. Dylan knew Luka was hiding things. It was a huge disappointment that she didn't get the chance to look.
Anya shook her head, giving Dylan a polite smile as she finally stood straight, not cowering behind Ivan any longer. "Please none of that." She couldn't find the correct words, so she figured that would do. "Everything is wonderful." It was truly unclear if she was saying that to be nice, or if she actually meant it, but it seemed to lean towards the latter.

"So...who to bother next ?" Dani was sure everyone was awake right now, and they probably weren't getting anything out of Luka's computer. Darn.

Dylan snorted, "Nah. Ene, computer." Ene nodded and sat down, getting to work.

"Get off the computer." Luka replied, not even looking towards the kids. Granted, there were no mind breaking sin secrets on the computer or anything, but there was a bunch of other things teenage kids shouldn't be butting their shit into on there as well.

Ene turned towards Luka, "Didn't you leave? You should leave, Aunt Luka. We'll do the same." Later. After she hacked into the computer.

"I'll believe that maybe in a million years." Try her, she had a million years literally to test that theory. "Out. Now." Aunt Luka was not amused.

Ene groaned, and begrudgingly got up while Dylan headed out the window. As Ene followed her out, Anya was the only one who was fucking normal and asked, "May I go out the door?"

Held bless this child. "You can, thank you." Luka was glad her child was relatively fucking normal, holy shit. Still had a badass dog but was normal enough to consider doors as an exit option.

Anya didn't exactly know where it was, but she was awkward as fuck when she didn't know how to speak a language well. She literally just stood there.

"Syuda." Luka has the language barrier covered, Anya, don't worry. In a (technically) friendlier tone of voice than before, the witch gestured for the girl to follow her out of the office.

Before Anya could even react, Ivan got up and made his way towards Luka. Once she actually processed what had happened, Anya looked up as the shock sprawling out on her face but it only took a second before a delighted smile broke out, "Spasibo bol'shoye!"

"Eto ne beda." Luka shrugged, leading the child to the front door. This one was less annoying than her nominal nieces and nephews, she decided. Although that's pretty damn biased on her part.

"Ne k dveri, za govoryashchiy po-russki vmesto angliyskogo pryamo seychas." Anya was talking effortlessly now, a direct change from before. Her accent even seemed thicker. "Ne poymite menya nepravil'no, ya lyublyu yazyki. No kogda ya snachala izuchaya, ya nenavizhu, kogda lyudi vysmeivayut menya za eto, poetomu ya prosto otkazyvayus' govorit'."

"Ponyatno. Yazyki mogut byt' dovol'no trudno uchit'sya. Vy ne yedinstvennyy, kto boretsya s etim." Luka had totally forgotten the door by now. "I ya somnevayus', chto vy budet poslednim, libo."

"YA prosto khochu , chtoby imet' vozmozhnost' govorit' svobodno." Anya admitted, forgetting the door herself. Ivan just sat back down, because although he probably could figure out where the door was, he would wait for Anya. "YA nenavizhu, chto ya ne mogu normal'no govorit' , chto ya , kazhetsya, ne takoy umnyy, kak ya na samom dele yavlyayus' ."

"Vy dolzhny ispol'zovat' eto v svoyu pol'zu ." Luka advised, before continuing, "Nachnite govorit' po-russki vokrug malen'koy blondinki . Eto budet urod yeye k chertyam." And if this girl was any child of hers, she should enjoy trolling. Please enjoy trolling, Anya.

Anya was raised by Kostya, and she was used to being a perfect friend. She, however, was still Luka's daughter. "Nikogda ne dumal o takikh yazykakh, kak , chto ." She grinned slyly, "Nebol'shoy blondinka , vy govorite? YA dolzhen imet' eto v vidu na budushcheye."

"Prosto pishcha dlya razmyshleniy." Luka returned, with her own smirk. "Ona s trudom ponimayet svoi sobstvennyye yazyki." Stop corrupting children, Luka. There's a reason Kostya is a better parent.

"Yesli blondinka govorit chto-nibud' ne govorya uzhe o moyem imeni," Anya asked with a polite smile. She didn't know what else to say, but Luka had quickly become someone she liked and she honestly loved being able to speak her native tongue to someone other than her father.

"Ya ne budu govorit' nichego." Luka promised, nodding. She never saw or heard anything.