[ accidental video ]
[ Naoto is sitting at a desk at, it seems, the police station, staring down at some paper or another and tapping a pen idly on the table as she reads it. Her hat has been placed aside; even so, she's still in boy's clothes and looks the part. Tap tap tap. Not normally given to fidgeting, that is undoubtedly what she is doing, but her expression is calm. After a moment, she murmurs to herself: ]
To make an effort to be 'understood'... Is that truly...
[ Of course, she's just thinking aloud, and doesn't finish the thought; her expression doesn't change. She taps her pen a little more, and then crosses out and writes something new on the paper. There's a few more boring minutes of Naoto correcting the paper, and then the feed times out. ]
To make an effort to be 'understood'... Is that truly...
[ Of course, she's just thinking aloud, and doesn't finish the thought; her expression doesn't change. She taps her pen a little more, and then crosses out and writes something new on the paper. There's a few more boring minutes of Naoto correcting the paper, and then the feed times out. ]