[ It's another accidental video post of a more-pensive than usual Naoto sitting at her kitchen table, writing. Chie's plant can probably be seen, but so can Naoto's: what looks like a bells of Ireland, with white flowers budding into fruit.

She strokes one of the leaves absently and speaks either aloud or to it. ]

So then... it's been a year...

[ The communicator falls to the ground and clatters on, lens at the ceiling. In the lower corner, at a weird upside down angle, two figures can be seen, both of them rather red in the face. Above them-well, below them, thanks to the angle-is a smudge of green. The taller figure is looking up and around, then speaks abruptly. ]

I could... I could ( Read more... )

[ Naoto is sitting at the kitchen table in her apartment. Books can be seen piled around her, and she appears lost in thought, one book open in front of her and a piece of scrap paper before her, pen in hand, her other hand propping up her chin, hair mussed and hat off. Hell, the top button of her shirt is even undone ( Read more... )

[ 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 ( Read more... )

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[It clicks on, revealing a furtive looking Naoto, hatless, still wearing her hospital clothes (although the video is angled so you can't see below her shoulders). She looks nervous, almost. Furtive, definitely.]

[...] Perhaps my enforced vacation isn't [...] such a bad thing, but, it's already been a week. I...

[She looks like she's going to ( Read more... )