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ғɪʀsᴛ ♥ ( ᴛᴇxᴛ )
[ She had gone home, briefly. Just to check, she had told herself. To see with her own eyes that the world – because Ikebukuro was basically a world in itself, spinning ever faster and maybe thrown a little off balance – was the way she remembered it.
She sits in her new room, at the edge of her bed – after having cleared the sharp objects out of it – holding the joyphone in loose hands. Maybe she’s working up the nerve, or trying to put words to feelings when she’s never been good at either of them. Eventually: ]
Kida-kun?
[ Way to go, Anri. You sent that to everyone.
Looking appropriately panicked, her fingers work quickly and clumsily to rectify her mistake. ]
I’m sorry wrong person just ignore that please I’m sorry
[ Again, she sends it to everyone. Phones are very confusing, okay. ]
She sits in her new room, at the edge of her bed – after having cleared the sharp objects out of it – holding the joyphone in loose hands. Maybe she’s working up the nerve, or trying to put words to feelings when she’s never been good at either of them. Eventually: ]
Kida-kun?
[ Way to go, Anri. You sent that to everyone.
Looking appropriately panicked, her fingers work quickly and clumsily to rectify her mistake. ]
I’m sorry wrong person just ignore that please I’m sorry
[ Again, she sends it to everyone. Phones are very confusing, okay. ]
[text//actually private]
Yes, I'
[ Unfortunately, the keypad is a strong opponent and Anri fumbles. Wait for it... ]
I'm okay, but what's happened here?
[text//actually private]
You mean why there are different people around? Or the missions?
It's been kind of crazy.
[But not like it was back home when he left. Is there a right way to explain it?]
[text//actually private]
[ She's not sure what he means about different people, blinking down at her screen. Anri starts to type in a second message, and then backspaces quickly. ]
[text//actually private]
The missions are all like that.
[It's another moment before the next text follows, as Masaomi puts the pieces together.]
Was there something in your bed?
[text//actually private] 1/3
[text//actually private]
[text//actually private]
I mean no
[ ... ]
There wasn'
[ ... ]
wasn't anything
[text//actually private]
Eh??? What's with that response?!
A dream or something?????
[He types, as wide eyes narrow knowingly.]
[text//actually private]
No, nothing happened
[text//actually private]
[He'll just have a "talk" with Bel later.]
If you have any more questions, ask away! Are you still in the same room?
[text//actually private]
No, different. 103.
[text//actually private]
Ah! So close to me~!
Fate has intervened!
[text//actually private]
[ Anri doesn't reply to his text. She has no idea what to say to that, blinking a little awkwardly at the screen. ]
[offline]
...
He missed her, okay.]
ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
She doesn't smile, exactly. She's still a little too shell shocked for that, too unsettled, too confused. Her shoulders lose some of their tension, as if the weight on her is a little less now, even if she doesn't think to let him in.
Kida-kun had... never been inside her apartment at home, had he? Nor had Ryuugamine-kun. She had never invited them, never thought to, never realised she hadn't. ]
Ah, hello.
ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
Welcome back, Anri-chan!
ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
[ Now, she smiles. ]
Thank you for, um. For answering me.
ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
And where would the hotties of the world be if I didn't answer their siren call at any time of day or night? Though if it's you, I'll gladly do more than just answer~