[ Anri feels her teeth grind together behind tightly closed lips. She doesn't want to be angry — anger is too difficult to control, too messy, too confusing; especially when she can't figure out where she's angry, or why, or who at.
She's a little angry now. It had taken six weeks for her and Ryuugamine-kun to scrape together the money for a headstone.
The words are forced out of wooden lips, her tone somewhere between dullness and a dangerous quiet. ]
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She's a little angry now. It had taken six weeks for her and Ryuugamine-kun to scrape together the money for a headstone.
The words are forced out of wooden lips, her tone somewhere between dullness and a dangerous quiet. ]
Who are you?