[After the excitement of the last little while, Anri is grateful for any quiet day granted to them. Her talk with Sasha still weighing on her mind, she takes the time to go to the library, sequestering herself away toward the back where all the law books are – laws, jurisdictions, technicalities, this world or that one. She’s expecting small print and words she’s unfamiliar with and wading through pages upon pages of unhelpful information.
She’s not expecting the way the floor seems to roil underneath her, causing her footing to slip off the lower shelf’s edge – one of the many hazards of being too short to reach anything – and the few books she was holding to come down with her. It’s loud enough to disturb anyone nearby, her hip colliding against the shelving and her unceremonious drop to the floor.
She’s left in an upright heap, hand pressed over her mouth as the memories flood in; several months’ worth.
It’s too hard to make out what’s important what isn’t – the blonde woman coming to her house, or Akabayashi-san and the Awakusa-kai, or – or Ryuugamine-kun and that boy, and the way she can’t stop thinking she smells smoke.
She doesn’t get up right away, unmoving and eyes dull as she thinks – something made so much more difficult by Saika’s renewed demands.
Eventually she stands. Her head is throbbing and her mouth is incredibly dry, each step protested by pins and needles. Anri ignores it, taking one book from the library before she leaves.
She’s in the shelter’s kitchen when she turns the communicator on, a few hours later. Her hair is tucked out of her face and behind her ears for once.]
Would anyone mind tasting some food? I’m not sure if it’s good enough to serve to people.
But her voice bells clear, less uncertainty and tentativeness rather than more.]
((OOC: Anri has been canon updated! From post-anime/volume three to post volume nine. Find her in the library or answer her request for unfortunate test subjects! She wants to feed you, to your incredible misfortune!))