Her normal routine consisted of making a warm cup of cocoa, switching on her little corner store-bought radio, and curling up with a good book until the countdown began. Even when she had been close friends with Mika, it had always been the same, every New Years Eve. The books may have changed and the voices drifting through the speakers may have gotten older. But for the most part, her routine had remained relatively the same.
It was modest and downplayed and quiet. And for Anri, it was comfortable. Going out and about among a crowd of people stumbling around in their drunken stupor seemed far from being anything remotely pleasant. But Kida had asked - insisted - that they celebrate this year together and start a new tradition of their own. Because they were family. And this was what families did. And though she was reluctant to give in, there was a small part of her that almost... welcomed the change and embraced the reprieve from the normal calm and silence.
After all, Kida was anything but either.
So, at a quarter til nine, there was a certain quiet and mousy girl wandering down the street towards the appointed meeting place, dressed as festive as she was able.
I do have quite the collection of ladies... PHASE FEEL FREE TO JOIN IN?
It was modest and downplayed and quiet. And for Anri, it was comfortable. Going out and about among a crowd of people stumbling around in their drunken stupor seemed far from being anything remotely pleasant. But Kida had asked - insisted - that they celebrate this year together and start a new tradition of their own. Because they were family. And this was what families did. And though she was reluctant to give in, there was a small part of her that almost... welcomed the change and embraced the reprieve from the normal calm and silence.
After all, Kida was anything but either.
So, at a quarter til nine, there was a certain quiet and mousy girl wandering down the street towards the appointed meeting place, dressed as festive as she was able.