To: KK From: Flammelle Evans001: Well in my experience so far nothing like that has happened. 002: I think it's meant to make everyone more 'social' but 003: normally random numbers don't bother you unless someone
004: who can't work a phone accidentally texts everyone.
To: 'Flammelle Evans' From: KK
001: Ah 002: I think I may have just 'bothered' 300+ people
to: 霧切 響子
from: 日向 創TEXT: Ah, hey Kirigiri. Yeah, I'm fine.
TEXT: You doing okay I haven't heard from you in a while.
To: 日向 創 From: KK
001: I'm glad to hear it
002: I'm all right myself
003: I believe I am the subject of a rumor or two
to: 霧切 響子
from: 日向 創TEXT: Maybe so we just already have people's numbers just in case??
TEXT: I dunno this is dumb there are people in here I don't even wanna talk to.
To: 日向 創 From: KK
001: Hinata-kun 002: Hello 003: I'm glad I've gained a response from someone familiar
004: Are you well?
To: KK From: Flammelle Evans001: Did no one tell you? 002: Your contacts list is made up of everyone in the city with a phone 003: including me and other people you'll have never met.
To: 'Flammelle Evans' From: KK
001: I wasn't informed of this, no 002: Every single person in this city with a mobile phone has my number 003: Should I fear for my life?
To: すべての連絡先 (ALL ADDRESSES) From: KK
001: What 002: Why do I have so many strangers in my contacts list? 003: ? ? ?
Track Name: Crystalfilm
Artist: Little Dragon
Album: Ritual Union
”Spring is here which means…”
“Bugs! The only things more annoying than Sanageyama and Inumuta.”
❝Perhaps they’re not as prevalent in Hive City? I’ve yet to be swarmed by mosquitoes and the like, but maybe that’s just sheer luck.❞
The platform is crowded with those in the process of either leaving or boarding the currently stationary train. Still it doesn’t take him too long to pick his way out of the milling groups, trotting down the short steps and back out onto the streets proper. Almost immediately, he can see the cafe he’s agreed to meet Kirigiri at—he’s feeling ridiculously excited about that!
It’s been a while, much more than he;s fond of, since he’s really spent some time with her beyond swapping text messages. She’s got a lot on her mind like always; he just hopes he can help with that. He’ll try his best at least.
The temperature difference between the cafe and the outside isn’t too drastic. With spring firmly moving in, the city’s weather has shifted to a much warmer climate. Spring’s always been his favorite month.
Finding her within is easy, as if his eyes are drawn like magnets, and he sits across from her with a big grin on his face. A soda bottle had been acquired before he got onto the train, and it’s placed on the tabletop in lieu of him ordering something else to drink.
She looks quite pensive. He wonders what she’s thinking about. He’s not able to hide how pleased he is to see her, and he makes no attempts to do so. The way he’s beaming could be compared to the sunlight pouring in from the window.
"Good afternoon, Kirigiri-san! Has everything been all right with you? I guess it’s a good thing that the city’s been pretty calm lately…"
At the sound of his voice, Kirigiri looks up, and meets his gaze with a crooked smile. “Good afternoon, Naegi-kun. I’m quite well, thank you… things have been rather mundane for me recently.” A number of questions filter through her head, but she opts for the most casual; “How about you? Text messages can only inform me of so much,” she shoots him a matter-of-fact glance and returns to her coffee, sipping carefully.
Naegi’s company, Kirigiri reflects, seems to distinguish the furrows of worry that settle themselves conspicuously upon her skin when she is alone. She’d been scolded once by an old stranger who she’d not held in very high regard—that frown ruins your pretty face, he’d said. It’s not as if she’d cared very much back then, but now, the memory lingers for a little longer than is comfortable.
With Naegi, however, the stress seems to ebb and fall away. “If it’s alright, I’d like to talk to you about something – after we leave, of course.” Kirigiri considers disclosing a little more, but bites back the forming string of words. It isn’t entirely necessary to leave the little cafe to discuss the issue, for neither one of them is drawing much attention, but speaking about such a sensitive subject in hushed voices doesn’t bode well with her - embarrassment is to be avoided at all costs.
sitting amidst the semi-empty obscurity of Epsilon’s library, Kirigiri puts down her uncapped pen and sighs, massaging her hand at the wrist. There is no electricity running here; instead, lamplight casts long shadows against the red-brick wall, dimly illuminating the surrounding furniture. She’s due to meet Naegi within the hour, and thereby thinks it wise to pack up and begin making her way toward higher ground.
She’s naively anticipating – oh, she doesn’t know what. That the extent of her feelings will finally come to a head? For many, this form of admission was the pinnacle of emotional expression, which seemed utterly ridiculous to Kirigiri. In the past, she’d always thought it unwise to put so much at stake; one who allowed their sensibility and rationality to depend on another human being was a fool.
It’s why her own feelings both disturb and irritate her in equal parts. Naegi Makoto is stripping her defenses like fruit peel—as if she’s worn a suit of armor her whole life and he is lifting and removing it piece-by-piece, with his kindness and gentle disposition. She hadn’t predicted or foreseen this—’this’ referring to several things, but mostly him and her present-day situation—and that was the fault in her final objective.
It’s maddening and frightening and utterly inconvenient, but Kirigiri supposes that if she were to allow anyone a poke around in her armor-less heart, it would most certainly be Naegi Makoto.
It’s not a long walk to the cafe they’d arranged to meet within, and upon arrival, she orders a coffee and takes a window seat, waiting in silence. Her gaze drifts dispassionately from the window frame to the faint curl of steam issuing from the contents of her mug, belatedly aware of how restless she is. Something is ticking inside her head, and it’s either the din of a clock or the countdown of a bomb.
this is more for my own sake but here’s who (i am aware that) i currently owe:
aaand that’s it! if i owe you and you’re not on this list, definitely let me know and we can get something sorted out. also - if you’d like to plot/thread with kirigiri, please like this post and i’ll get back to you asap!