ғɪʀsᴛ ♥ ( ᴛᴇxᴛ )

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[ 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. ]

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[ ...what does she even say to that? Anri frowns down at the joyphone, a little at a loss. ]

Kishitani-san?

[ It's the only thing she can think to ask, even if she doesn't know if she'll be able to stomach the answer. ]

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[ eh? she wasn't expecting something like this, even though she figures she very well should have a second later. Celty can't frown, but she can stare. and stop. and wonder about how to phrase it. ]

Yes... You could say that.

[ it's not only him, of course, and back in her version of her world he's practically fine for the moment, but it could probably only be that man who'd force her to enter a gamble like this. ]

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[ Anri's fingers hover over the keypad for a long moment. ]

Do you know who else is here?

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[ a shake of the helmet, although Anri can't see it. ]

Aside from Aoba Kuronuma, no.