16th Case - [Action]/[Written] - Forward-dated to the afternoon of the 7th
[As the normal day presses on at school, Naoto takes her usual elaborate notes on the lessons in her classes, but what continues to go through her head isn't what's going on in class, it's what she plans to do after school ends for the day. The moment her class lets out, she makes her way down to the empty music room but as she opens the door to the room, she stares inside for a moment, almost as if she's nervous, before slowly inching her way inside to approach the instrument.
It isn't that she hasn't been here before or anything, in fact she's been in this room several times, but now she's actually here to try and play the piano, something she hasn't done in quite a while. For a moment, she just looks it over, remember how her grandfather and father used to play it. There's no doubt she isn't going to match up to them, at least not right now since she's been out of practice for nearly a year, but trying to catch up to where she was before won't hurt.
So pulling out a piece of sheet music (that she had gotten from the item shop), from her school bag, she sets it on the piano then places her bag on the floor so it leans against the bench's leg. She takes her seat on the bench and after a moment she takes a deep breath then calmly places her fingers in the correct starting positions. To get a beat, she counts in her head and as she gets the tempo down, she begins to press each one in the order that's written down on the paper. It isn't too hard of a song, for her at least. She may be out of practice a little but it's better she test how much she remembers instead of just going easy on herself. As she continues to play calmly and softly, her lips turn to make a soft smile. She had almost forgotten how nice it was to play the piano.
Though she tries to play quietly (since she doesn't want to make herself that known), the music can probably be heard down the hall but it's faint, even as Naoto hits crescendos she stays quiet. For four minutes the song goes on until finally she reaches the end of the page.
As her fingers hit the final few keys gently, she lets the notes die down before sliding her fingers off the smooth surface of the keys to rest her hands on her lap just for a moment, the same smile still on her face. Even though she only played for a few minutes, she can't help but feel relaxed and quite happy to say the least. She would always use the piano as a way to calm down, and even as things continue to go on here, it still is able to put her at ease.
Snapping out of her little daze, she realizes it's probably best not to be here for long after hours, and stands up, grabbing the sheet music and her bag, taking her time as she pulls on her jacket and wraps a small white scarf around her neck then proceeds to make her way out of the school. Once outside, a snowflake slowly flutters down and lands on her nose but it quickly dissolves.]
Oh. [is all she can say before she stares up at the light gray sky. Her wings even give a small flap from the pleasant surprise that overcomes her just for a moment. More little snowflakes flutter down and land on her cheeks, that have slowly begun to turn pink because of the cold air, eyelashes and dark blue hair but she doesn't move to wipe them away, instead she just stares--or rather watches them fall. This is much better than the time the fog had covered Inaba. The fog was so dense back then, the snow practically disappeared into it, making it almost impossible to see the little flakes unless they drifted down right in front of your eyes. It wasn't very pretty really, but at least now it does look graceful like how winter should look.
She blinks once, then twice, shivering a little as she exhales, making a small cloud of her own breath visible for a second. She just can't stop spacing out today, huh? Well it's a bit too cold to just be standing out here like this so she continues on her way across the plaza to go to the library.
She enters the slightly warmer building and she takes off her scarf, placing it on a table along with her school bag. She then pulls a few books out of her bag, As she reads over the titles one last time, it dawns on her that she's read each of them at least twice by now... maybe even more but that's not a bad thing! Some more variety would be nice though, so she takes out the journal that was in her bag and opens it up, writing neatly on the page:]
Do any of you have a novel you would consider to be your favorite? Or is there a subject any of you may find to be appealing?
[She's not going to limit suggestions or anything, she likes to learn and read about new things as long as it's actually interesting and not boring though if you tell her about a detective novel she doesn't know about, you get extra points.
So she just leaves the page open and makes her way down the isles to return the books that are in her hand]
It isn't that she hasn't been here before or anything, in fact she's been in this room several times, but now she's actually here to try and play the piano, something she hasn't done in quite a while. For a moment, she just looks it over, remember how her grandfather and father used to play it. There's no doubt she isn't going to match up to them, at least not right now since she's been out of practice for nearly a year, but trying to catch up to where she was before won't hurt.
So pulling out a piece of sheet music (that she had gotten from the item shop), from her school bag, she sets it on the piano then places her bag on the floor so it leans against the bench's leg. She takes her seat on the bench and after a moment she takes a deep breath then calmly places her fingers in the correct starting positions. To get a beat, she counts in her head and as she gets the tempo down, she begins to press each one in the order that's written down on the paper. It isn't too hard of a song, for her at least. She may be out of practice a little but it's better she test how much she remembers instead of just going easy on herself. As she continues to play calmly and softly, her lips turn to make a soft smile. She had almost forgotten how nice it was to play the piano.
Though she tries to play quietly (since she doesn't want to make herself that known), the music can probably be heard down the hall but it's faint, even as Naoto hits crescendos she stays quiet. For four minutes the song goes on until finally she reaches the end of the page.
As her fingers hit the final few keys gently, she lets the notes die down before sliding her fingers off the smooth surface of the keys to rest her hands on her lap just for a moment, the same smile still on her face. Even though she only played for a few minutes, she can't help but feel relaxed and quite happy to say the least. She would always use the piano as a way to calm down, and even as things continue to go on here, it still is able to put her at ease.
Snapping out of her little daze, she realizes it's probably best not to be here for long after hours, and stands up, grabbing the sheet music and her bag, taking her time as she pulls on her jacket and wraps a small white scarf around her neck then proceeds to make her way out of the school. Once outside, a snowflake slowly flutters down and lands on her nose but it quickly dissolves.]
Oh. [is all she can say before she stares up at the light gray sky. Her wings even give a small flap from the pleasant surprise that overcomes her just for a moment. More little snowflakes flutter down and land on her cheeks, that have slowly begun to turn pink because of the cold air, eyelashes and dark blue hair but she doesn't move to wipe them away, instead she just stares--or rather watches them fall. This is much better than the time the fog had covered Inaba. The fog was so dense back then, the snow practically disappeared into it, making it almost impossible to see the little flakes unless they drifted down right in front of your eyes. It wasn't very pretty really, but at least now it does look graceful like how winter should look.
She blinks once, then twice, shivering a little as she exhales, making a small cloud of her own breath visible for a second. She just can't stop spacing out today, huh? Well it's a bit too cold to just be standing out here like this so she continues on her way across the plaza to go to the library.
She enters the slightly warmer building and she takes off her scarf, placing it on a table along with her school bag. She then pulls a few books out of her bag, As she reads over the titles one last time, it dawns on her that she's read each of them at least twice by now... maybe even more but that's not a bad thing! Some more variety would be nice though, so she takes out the journal that was in her bag and opens it up, writing neatly on the page:]
Do any of you have a novel you would consider to be your favorite? Or is there a subject any of you may find to be appealing?
[She's not going to limit suggestions or anything, she likes to learn and read about new things as long as it's actually interesting and not boring though if you tell her about a detective novel she doesn't know about, you get extra points.
So she just leaves the page open and makes her way down the isles to return the books that are in her hand]