[Listen: Sylvain dragging him here was bad enough? Felix doesn't enjoy loud, crowded spaces—and this place is so loud, and so crowded, and if the bartender (whatever it is) hands him one more Long Island Iced Tea (whatever that means) then Felix is going to lose his mind. How long can a man lurk by the end of the bar, reluctantly sipping his drink and glaring at anyone who dares approach him...
...Well. It's Felix, so the answer, naturally, is forever—but damn, if the music in this place isn't making everything worse. Of course he's paying attention to it, albeit in an absent manner. It's different than what he's used to? Which is both, ah, good and bad, he's finding, but that difference doesn't explain why he finds tears running down his face when someone is wailing on the stage. That is annoying; that almost sends him back into the crowd to hunt for Sylvain, just so he can leave this place with or without his best friend.
But then the music... shifts. Three ballads in a row finally gives way to something lighter, something stirring, and Felix finds himself suddenly nursing an odd ache in his chest. Uncomfortable, really. It sends him shifting about, looking back over the crowd of people as he unthinkingly searches for a distraction.
And a distraction he finds, in the form of a familiar shock of orange hair that sends his heart lurching in his chest. It still takes him a second to parse! For his brain to realize that, ah, that is her, struggling to make her way through this sea of taller individuals—and then he's moving, shoving past anyone and everyone on his way to her side. Who cares what they're calling after him? As he nears her, all that matters is—]
Annette?
[He's reaching for her before he even realizes it, hand wrapping tightly around her much smaller one before he tugs her right to him. To help her, you see. Keep her from getting trampled. She's so tiny; this is the least he can do.]
You're— [Hmm. He peers down at her, brow furrowing.] What were you thinking, cutting through the center? There's barely room to move.
[Case in point: someone edges toward them, and Felix tears his eyes from Annette's (very cute, holy shit) face long enough to shoot them a glare.]
It's even harder when you're suddenly grabbed out of nowhere with only a single word of warning. Well. At least this is more warning than he usually gives. ]
Felix—mmph!
[ She's abruptly cut off with a mouthful of fabric as his arms close in, and even in her slightly sloshed state - it doesn't exactly take much booze to get you going when you're the size of a peanut M&M - she can tell that this isn't exactly Normal Felix Behavior™. But it's also not...bad? Despite the suffocating heat of too many bodies jammed in one area, it's comforting to have a shred of normalcy to cling to—wait. Is she clinging? Oh. She's definitely clinging. How embarassing.
Prying her fingers open, she peers up at him, lips pursed despite her joy at seeing yet another friend in this (quite frankly) creepy place. ]
Felix, I'm fine. And cutting through the middle was the fastest way, okay?
[ Or, would have been, if there hadn't been so many couples practically braided together. Annette Fantine Domnic is good at many things, but politely asking people engaged in, ahem, to please move out of the way is not one of them. ]
The lady I was talking to at the bar said that they were doing some kind of singing contest but that it might be ending soon, so I have to hurry if I don't want to miss it—
[ Right on cue and barely audible, a voice drifts over the crowd. Most of what it says is lost in the cacophony of the crowd, but the words 'last call' manage to reach Annette's ears. Gasping, she squirms until she's disentangled herself (with the exception of their hands, still linked together) in order to tug Felix towards the karaoke station with all her tiny might. ]
[Faster isn't always better, Felix "I'll cut through" Fraldarius wants to argue—but as he looks back down at her? Takes in that expression that's far, far more appealing than it has any right to be? Ah, well. He has a tenuous relationship with words at the best of times; now said relationship has just up and disappeared, because Annette is so small, and so feisty, and Felix would like nothing more than to hold her as he half-listens to whatever it is she's going on about. Singing... yeah...
...Yeah.
It's only Annette pulling away that snaps Felix back to his senses. Annette turning, trying to tug him behind her, and it would be funny, really, if Felix didn't find himself following right along. He can't let her delve back into this mess of too-forward people on her own—and like hell he's pulling his hand free from hers, even though he feels the need to (loudly) grumble:]
Annette, will you just— wait—
[Nah. Of course she can't. One of the many reasons Felix likes her as much as he does—and let it be known that he still likes her when, after bodychecking who knows how many people on the dancefloor, Felix finds himself standing by the side of the stage, staring down at screen listing what are presumably song titles. "Endless Love?" "Don't Go Breaking My Heart?" His ears are ringing as the person currently on the stage tries—and fails—to hit a particularly high note; his hand is warm and comfortable, still wrapped about Annette's; his stomach is twisting, because oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.]
This is what you wanted to do? [A huff as he looks back down at the list, pretending that he does not see "You're The One That I Want" right at the top of the list.] I'm not singing.
[Good morning, Miss Annette. There's a friendly face here to greet you, all charm and all smiles and polite as could be. When he speaks, it's like silk, and his words are carefully cultivated. The very picture of elegance and refinement, the noble Brigadier General McGillis Fareed.]
Am I speaking with Annette Fantine Dominic?
[...yet another ridiculous name. Ah, well. Continuing to beam at her:]
This is McGillis Fareed, responding to your application. If you had a moment...
[ Thank the goddess for Sylvain teaching her how to use this tiny weird notebook thing (it's called a "phone") otherwise she'd been staring cluelessly as it beeps insistently at her.
She is, of course, appropriately impressed by the incredible business acumen (and charm) of the tiny face before her, and it takes her a few seconds to school her expression into something less awed. ]
Oh, yes, of course! I'm definitely not busy right now. [ .... ] And yes, this is Annette.
[ Maybe she should have said that first. ]
Pleased to meet you [ oh no....does he have a title? sir? lord?? he didn't mention one soooooo ] Mr. Fareed.
where did you find it?? does it have a name??? also i haven't heard of anyone missing a cat but you should totally keep it if we can't find who it belongs to
[ she is inviting herself onto cat crew, thx.... ]
I saw these in the convenience store and knew that I just had to get them for you! Behold, they come in the most wondrous of colors! And they write without the need to repeatedly dip them on ink!
[ While she is out and about one day, she might turn around to find a neatly wrapped silver box. Inside is a knit scarf, red with pink hearts all over it, and very warm. There's a note, written in what is supposed to be "robotic" text, saying: ]
I HAVE ASKED MY PRECIOUS ASSISTANTS TO SEEK YOU OUT AND DELIVER THIS PRESENT TO YOU!
[ ...and because he doesn't know the catgirl he ??dreamed?? about is also Annette, who he is keeping his life as ☆WATAROBOT☆ a secret from, is the same person... later that same day, she is going to find ANOTHER box, this time wrapped in gold shades, similarly left to her as if a bandit saw her there and made use of the opportunity to sneak it to her.
Inside is a cute sleeping mask that is dark red, with cat ears and a rose pattern in the cloth. And a box of candies.
...he feels bad for the dream okay.
This one only comes with a name card that says "To the girl I've yet to truly meet..."]
[ Early in the morning, before the sun has risen, a package will find its way to Annette's porch. Inside, she'll find a bottle of conditioner, shampoo, and body soap (all Auger™ Brand), a wrapped box of chocolate chip cookies - still warm, but not quite so fresh as out of the oven - and.. A neatly placed letter!! When opened, it reads:
'Dear Annette,
How's the hair? Still good for the holidays? (I'm kidding!)
Thanks for being so cool and thoughtful throughout the months. Stay exactly who you are, girl! Give me a call any time and I'll give you a free promo, you deserve it.
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And below the letter.. A Lottie Person™ shirt!! Rep the brand, and Happy Augerdays™!! ]
[ Before he and Annette make their rounds of leaving gifts on people's doorsteps, Siegfried delivers Annette's gift a day in advance. Within the small box is an assortment of cookies, and two small handcarvedfigurines. There's also a note: ]
Merry Christmas, Annette! We cannot see them in the ocean yet, but I hope these sea friends make for good company. I look forward to dropping off gifts for our friends with you soon, but I hope you don't mind receiving yours early. Warm Regards, Siegfried.
[ More gifts for Annie! She's been good this year. Constance delivers a cloth-wrapped bento box and because this is Erku... Constance would like to believe that the cute mascot characters are merely cuddling aggressively. Yes. She pretends not to see it.
Inside the bento box are jam cookies! Constance didn't make them, she just bought them at the cafe.
And of course there's a note! ]
Dearest Annie,
Look at these peculiar boxes! I have been told that they can keep your meals fresh and warm throughout the day, or at least until lunch time. Are they not the most marvelous things? And look, the creatures are hugging. [ THEY. ARE. HUGGING. from behind. they're enjoying it so much, those are happy tears. ]
May you have a warm winter season, Constance von Nuvelle
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[The text is brief, like she was trying to get the words out before her nerve failed her. And it comes at an odd time, as though calculated for the most optimal moment when Annette might not reply immediately.]
[One of the few things Lys is Not Shit at includes, to everyone's surprise, something delicate and artistic like paperfolding. She finds it soothing, less frustratingly cerebral than reading and more physical than meditating. Her big brother was always better at it—more confident during the creation, had more shapes memorized—but Lys isn't a complete slouch. Paper was easy to find after leaving home, cheap and readily available in the bigger towns that lay close to trade routes, so she's been able to keep from getting too horribly rusty.
On the nameless island, she decides to send some to Annette purely on a whim, at least until she's told to knock it the fuck off: cats and rabbits, birds and squirrels, even fish and otters.
It looks like it's going to be a nice day tomorrow. I don't see any hint of rain clouds in the sky, at least. I was wondering if you still wanted to go to the carnival with me.
[On the first day of 6O's absence, Lys doesn't think much of it. Everyone got busy or distracted from time to time. Besides, it's not like they were married—a thought that made her heart ache in a strange, sweet way—only dating, living in separate houses that were miles apart. It was healthier to keep that distance, Lys thought. To give 6O her own space, her own boundaries. To not ask her to give up the garden she'd worked so hard to build and then build again after the brief but brutal winter. 6O was already too willing to give away her time and energy and attention in the name of "Glory to Mankind"; she didn't need Lys hanging over her shoulder and setting off those protocols 24/7.
On the second day of no contact, no voice calls, no text messages, no nothing, Lys starts to get worried. Tells herself not to panic because everyone was allowed to be busy sometimes, right? But then the third day comes and she breaks, trekking over to 6O's house to see what there is to see. When that turns out to be even more nothing, she does the only thing that registers as practical and begins scouring the entire island, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four, chasing the elusive scent of flowery perfume layered over metal and silicone.
By the dawn of the fourth day, at the end of all the running and searching and hoping and praying, nothing has changed. 6O is still gone. So Lys retreats to her home and doesn't leave it for several days, reverting to earlier habits like a character in a movie caught in rewind: sleeping too much and too often and too poorly, hoarding food instead of eating it. Staring up at the ceiling with hot, dry eyes that ached and ached but never spilled the tears that burned and raved inside.
Eventually, finally, she does cry. It's the thought of 6O that does it—6O at her shoulder, voice soft and sweetly coaxing, asking Lys to vent all her pain instead of bottling it up inside. Promising that she'd always be here to help her carry it.
......
When all the crying and grieving is done, at least for now, 6O is still gone. But Lys isn't. It's time to start picking up the pieces again, trying to make a new picture out of what was left.]
Hi Lys! I used to have sleepovers with Mercie all the time back at the School of Sorcery, though half the time it was just her helping me stay awake so I could study more. Why? Did you want to have a sleepover??
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...Well. It's Felix, so the answer, naturally, is forever—but damn, if the music in this place isn't making everything worse. Of course he's paying attention to it, albeit in an absent manner. It's different than what he's used to? Which is both, ah, good and bad, he's finding, but that difference doesn't explain why he finds tears running down his face when someone is wailing on the stage. That is annoying; that almost sends him back into the crowd to hunt for Sylvain, just so he can leave this place with or without his best friend.
But then the music... shifts. Three ballads in a row finally gives way to something lighter, something stirring, and Felix finds himself suddenly nursing an odd ache in his chest. Uncomfortable, really. It sends him shifting about, looking back over the crowd of people as he unthinkingly searches for a distraction.
And a distraction he finds, in the form of a familiar shock of orange hair that sends his heart lurching in his chest. It still takes him a second to parse! For his brain to realize that, ah, that is her, struggling to make her way through this sea of taller individuals—and then he's moving, shoving past anyone and everyone on his way to her side. Who cares what they're calling after him? As he nears her, all that matters is—]
Annette?
[He's reaching for her before he even realizes it, hand wrapping tightly around her much smaller one before he tugs her right to him. To help her, you see. Keep her from getting trampled. She's so tiny; this is the least he can do.]
You're— [Hmm. He peers down at her, brow furrowing.] What were you thinking, cutting through the center? There's barely room to move.
[Case in point: someone edges toward them, and Felix tears his eyes from Annette's (very cute, holy shit) face long enough to shoot them a glare.]
i'm Ready
It's even harder when you're suddenly grabbed out of nowhere with only a single word of warning. Well. At least this is more warning than he usually gives. ]
Felix—mmph!
[ She's abruptly cut off with a mouthful of fabric as his arms close in, and even in her slightly sloshed state - it doesn't exactly take much booze to get you going when you're the size of a peanut M&M - she can tell that this isn't exactly Normal Felix Behavior™. But it's also not...bad? Despite the suffocating heat of too many bodies jammed in one area, it's comforting to have a shred of normalcy to cling to—wait. Is she clinging? Oh. She's definitely clinging. How embarassing.
Prying her fingers open, she peers up at him, lips pursed despite her joy at seeing yet another friend in this (quite frankly) creepy place. ]
Felix, I'm fine. And cutting through the middle was the fastest way, okay?
[ Or, would have been, if there hadn't been so many couples practically braided together. Annette Fantine Domnic is good at many things, but politely asking people engaged in, ahem, to please move out of the way is not one of them. ]
The lady I was talking to at the bar said that they were doing some kind of singing contest but that it might be ending soon, so I have to hurry if I don't want to miss it—
[ Right on cue and barely audible, a voice drifts over the crowd. Most of what it says is lost in the cacophony of the crowd, but the words 'last call' manage to reach Annette's ears. Gasping, she squirms until she's disentangled herself (with the exception of their hands, still linked together) in order to tug Felix towards the karaoke station with all her tiny might. ]
C'mon Felix, let's go! Before it's too late!
[ "Let's"? Yeah buddy, you're part of this adventure now. ]
i am losing my mind at that pic
...Yeah.
It's only Annette pulling away that snaps Felix back to his senses. Annette turning, trying to tug him behind her, and it would be funny, really, if Felix didn't find himself following right along. He can't let her delve back into this mess of too-forward people on her own—and like hell he's pulling his hand free from hers, even though he feels the need to (loudly) grumble:]
Annette, will you just— wait—
[Nah. Of course she can't. One of the many reasons Felix likes her as much as he does—and let it be known that he still likes her when, after bodychecking who knows how many people on the dancefloor, Felix finds himself standing by the side of the stage, staring down at screen listing what are presumably song titles. "Endless Love?" "Don't Go Breaking My Heart?" His ears are ringing as the person currently on the stage tries—and fails—to hit a particularly high note; his hand is warm and comfortable, still wrapped about Annette's; his stomach is twisting, because oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.]
This is what you wanted to do? [A huff as he looks back down at the list, pretending that he does not see "You're The One That I Want" right at the top of the list.] I'm not singing.
[Annette, he can't HARMONIZE.]
thanks, i worked very hard on it
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sorry for immediately ruining this pure karaoke
as if i wasn't planning to do the same this tag
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Am I speaking with Annette Fantine Dominic?
[...yet another ridiculous name. Ah, well. Continuing to beam at her:]
This is McGillis Fareed, responding to your application. If you had a moment...
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She is, of course, appropriately impressed by the incredible business acumen (and charm) of the tiny face before her, and it takes her a few seconds to school her expression into something less awed. ]
Oh, yes, of course! I'm definitely not busy right now. [ .... ] And yes, this is Annette.
[ Maybe she should have said that first. ]
Pleased to meet you [ oh no....does he have a title? sir? lord?? he didn't mention one soooooo ] Mr. Fareed.
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2/2 my childhood as a horsegirl has prepared me for this moment
no horsing around in this thread, no sir!
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text; un: blaiddyd DELIVERING ON DUMB TEXTS AS YOU REQUESTED
I don't suppose you know of anyone who is missing a cat, do you?
vote ruby for mvp this year
it's SOOOO CUTE!!!
[ he's so cute? she's so cute?? close enough ]
where did you find it??
does it have a name???
also i haven't heard of anyone missing a cat but you should totally keep it if we can't find who it belongs to
[ she is inviting herself onto cat crew, thx.... ]
huff huff!!
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u see that post abt the orgy? lol
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hi lottie!!
sorry, i was busy trying to get some stuff out of my hair
[ as it turns out, hair dye is A Mistake when you don't know what you're doing. ]
i did though!
it's so crazy....i didn't know so many people were interested in that kind of thing
isn't kind of gross?
[ so many bodies....all rubbing up against each other....eesh. ]
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a note in cursive, written in lavender glitter gel pen, left on Annette's locker/desk at the stables
Sincerely,
Constance von Nuvelle
( have a pack of glitter gel pens, Annette )
he's changed his un to WATAROBOT for this.
I have brought you your very own garden of flowers... ♪
_ _(_)_ wWWWw _ @@@@ (_)@(_) vVVVv _ @@@@ (___) _(_)_ @@()@@ wWWWw (_)\ (___) _(_)_ @@()@@ Y (_)@(_) @@@@ (___) `|/ Y (_)@(_) @@@@ \|/ (_)\ / Y \| \|/ /(_) \| |/ | \ | \ |/ | / \ | / \|/ |/ \| \|/ \\|// \\|/// \\\|//\\\|/// \|/// \\\|// \\|// \\\|// ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^she will love him regardless of what his username is
This is AMAZING!!! It's so pretty, and it looks just like real flowers!
Did you make it all by yourself? Can you teach me how to do it too??
he has to keep up his disguise.
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I HAVE ASKED MY PRECIOUS ASSISTANTS TO SEEK YOU OUT AND DELIVER THIS PRESENT TO YOU!
♥ ☆ ♥ ☆
YOUR ☆WATAROBOT☆
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Inside is a cute sleeping mask that is dark red, with cat ears and a rose pattern in the cloth. And a box of candies.
...he feels bad for the dream okay.
This one only comes with a name card that says "To the girl I've yet to truly meet..."]
delivery 🎁✨
How's the hair? Still good for the holidays? (I'm kidding!)
Thanks for being so cool and thoughtful throughout the months. Stay exactly who you are, girl! Give me a call any time and I'll give you a free promo, you deserve it.
𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎, 𝓛𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓮 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷
And below the letter.. A Lottie Person™ shirt!! Rep the brand, and Happy Augerdays™!! ]
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Merry Christmas, Annette! We cannot see them in the ocean yet, but I hope these sea friends make for good company. I look forward to dropping off gifts for our friends with you soon, but I hope you don't mind receiving yours early. Warm Regards, Siegfried.
Delivery!
Happy Holidays, Annette!
I thought these would look so pretty on you. Let me do your hair up sometime, okay?
Love,
Hilda ♥
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Inside the bento box are jam cookies! Constance didn't make them, she just bought them at the cafe.
And of course there's a note! ]
Dearest Annie,
Look at these peculiar boxes! I have been told that they can keep your meals fresh and warm throughout the day, or at least until lunch time. Are they not the most marvelous things? And look, the creatures are hugging. [ THEY. ARE. HUGGING. from behind. they're enjoying it so much, those are happy tears. ]
May you have a warm winter season,
Constance von Nuvelle
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hey
you around?
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Yeah.
What's up?
🦀 don't be crabby 🦀
pinches you
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wow, lewd
send lewds
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is this the tag where you tell me annette smells like bleach and basement mold
yeah, she smells like pool chlorine and a month-old cut of beef
zesty
knowing where your friend lives means doing obnoxious shit like this
On the nameless island, she decides to send some to Annette purely on a whim, at least until she's told to knock it the fuck off: cats and rabbits, birds and squirrels, even fish and otters.
Unfortunately, she's never seen a koala.]
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[ your old siegfriend ]
It looks like it's going to be a nice day tomorrow. I don't see any hint of rain clouds in the sky, at least. I was wondering if you still wanted to go to the carnival with me.
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[ Annette, as always, is more than delighted to hear from Siegfried, her voice eager and bright. ]
Of course I still want to go with you. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
[ And unless the Augur starts up some nonsense between now and tomorrow, she won't be missing it for the world. ]
Should I bring anything?
late march (3/21...ish); also do not try to match this length or i'll steal all your eustace jpegs
On the second day of no contact, no voice calls, no text messages, no nothing, Lys starts to get worried. Tells herself not to panic because everyone was allowed to be busy sometimes, right? But then the third day comes and she breaks, trekking over to 6O's house to see what there is to see. When that turns out to be even more nothing, she does the only thing that registers as practical and begins scouring the entire island, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four, chasing the elusive scent of flowery perfume layered over metal and silicone.
By the dawn of the fourth day, at the end of all the running and searching and hoping and praying, nothing has changed. 6O is still gone. So Lys retreats to her home and doesn't leave it for several days, reverting to earlier habits like a character in a movie caught in rewind: sleeping too much and too often and too poorly, hoarding food instead of eating it. Staring up at the ceiling with hot, dry eyes that ached and ached but never spilled the tears that burned and raved inside.
Eventually, finally, she does cry. It's the thought of 6O that does it—6O at her shoulder, voice soft and sweetly coaxing, asking Lys to vent all her pain instead of bottling it up inside. Promising that she'd always be here to help her carry it.
......
When all the crying and grieving is done, at least for now, 6O is still gone. But Lys isn't. It's time to start picking up the pieces again, trying to make a new picture out of what was left.]
hey
have you ever been to a sleepover?
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Hi Lys!
I used to have sleepovers with Mercie all the time back at the School of Sorcery, though half the time it was just her helping me stay awake so I could study more.
Why? Did you want to have a sleepover??
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crawls back to this 2 weeks later
poses on the ground like one of your french girls, but while wearing a potato sack 1/2
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sets you on fire
finally
barfs on you with my barfhands too
every time you act nasty, i mail a potato to your house
good, i love potatoes
you're getting piss potatoes
that piss will be the perfect seasoning for the mashed potatoes i make you
i got psychic damage from reading that, thank u