[If there's one thing we appreciate in the House of Dangan, it's making the extra effort to prove you're not, er, dead or something. At least Kirigiri is relatively easier to find these days than she was back at Hope's Peak, when she would just up and disappear for hours on end before making a timely return with some new piece of information and absolutely no explanation how she'd come into possession of it.
But anyway.
They're both at home; Chihiro will ultimately find her in the stupidly large kitchen, sitting at the island on a barstool with a cup of coffee in front of her and the heels of her boots hooked on one of the ladder rails that support the stool's legs. She's also poking sort of irritably at her network device, but she lets her attention drift from it when Chihiro puts in his appearance.]
Oh, Fujisaki-kun. I didn't hear you come in.
[Within these four walls, she doesn't hide his identity behind her usually covert "-san". And if it's unusual that she claims not to have been paying attention to her surroundings, well. That's just unusual, then, isn't it.]
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But anyway.
They're both at home; Chihiro will ultimately find her in the stupidly large kitchen, sitting at the island on a barstool with a cup of coffee in front of her and the heels of her boots hooked on one of the ladder rails that support the stool's legs. She's also poking sort of irritably at her network device, but she lets her attention drift from it when Chihiro puts in his appearance.]
Oh, Fujisaki-kun. I didn't hear you come in.
[Within these four walls, she doesn't hide his identity behind her usually covert "-san". And if it's unusual that she claims not to have been paying attention to her surroundings, well. That's just unusual, then, isn't it.]
...No, I haven't. Did you want to go?