ғɪʀsᴛ ♥ ( ᴛᴇxᴛ )

[compliant]

[ 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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[ text ]

[ousawagi]

[ It takes little work to whittle down the number of people who refer to Masaomi as "Kida-kun" and apologize profusely for some of the strangest things. Was it really her? It couldn't have been, right? ]

Um, I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but--

Sonohara-san?

[ If he's right about who this person is, though, what would they ever need to do here? ]

[ text ]

[compliant]

Yes. . .

[ Unlike Mikado, she is not nearly observant enough to connect the dots and has no idea who's asking her this. ]

Who are you?

[ text (private) ]

[ousawagi]

[ That's okay, because he'll spell it out for her! ]

Sonohara-san, it's me.

Ryuugamine.

[ It's a little while later when he says anything else, because he's not entirely sure what to say. ]

Sorry.. um, I probably should have said something earlier..