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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[ there's only one person she knows who knows a Kida, apologizes way too much, and (most important of all) is just a little technologically inept sometimes. ]

... Anri-chan?
Anri-chan, is that you?

[text//actually private]

[mellowyellow]

Am I supposed to ignore it too?

[Masaomi had thought... But the gang's all here, huh? He's not sure how to feel about that.]

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[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? ]