Naoto snatched the mint out of the air with her mouth like a pro, wiggling it around into the inside of her cheeks.  "Better to get started earlier in the day!  Some people drink coffee, some people blacken their lungs.  Anything to get the world spinning in the morning."<br/><br/>The girl flopped back into her chair beside Masako and kicked her heels up onto the other girl's desk so she could tilt back a little.  She clicked her toes together casually as a few other girls began filing in, eager to be on time for the first day of the semester.  A few of them gave her queer looks, like they were honestly surprised to have been beaten by such a lazy delinquent.  She merely winked impishly at them, enjoying the scowls and sour gazes.<br/><br/>"Jazz, huh?  Pretty classy!  Appreciate the stuff, but a bit too upbeat.  Fast, y'know?  I'm more into that experimental stuff.  Trance music, I think."  Naoto tilted her head to one side, resting it on her hand.  "But I have to say, I was never much one for headphones.  You and that other gal over there," she said, jerking a thumb towards Haya, "Just getting lost in your own little worlds.  They makes you unapproachable.  That's why I go out of my way to talk to anyone trying to hide away in their tunes!" She grinned widely at that.  Taking the introverts out of their comfort zones was something she prided herself in.  Unless they were the intensely irritable sort without any redeemable qualities, she generally made a friend out of her forwardness.<br/><br/>Naoto held her hands up defensively, her grin turning a bit sly.  "Why, do you even need to ask?  Of course I put things away!  It's just that<em>away</em>may not necessarily be the dresser.  It's an...experiment!" she exclaimed, raising a finger into the air as the idea came to her.  "See, I'm trying to decide if the floor and random chairs can provide the same sort of utility as a closet!  Pretty clever, eh?"<br/><br/>Naoto winked and slid her feet off Masako's table before leaning over conspiratorially, her teacher senses tingling.  "And I take care of myself just fine!  I am the unparalleled<em>master</em>of stress management, Masachan!"<br/><br/>Her patented brand of bullshitting was interrupted promptly by the arrival of Miss Tanaka, who was, to say the least, not the sort of woman she expected to be supervising Homeroom.  For starters, Naoto had to squint pretty hard to ascertain whether she was wearing anything underneath that motorcycle suit at all.  At the very least the woman couldn't possibly complain about her own lax dress standards; it was a bit difficult to criticize a girl for wearing too much clothing when wearing an outfit that left nothing at all to the imagination.<br/><br/>Unfortunately that seemed to be the only unorthodox thing about her, as she immediately flew into that damnable chanting that all the other teachers seemed to be obsessed with.  it immediately killed Naoto's mood, curling her spine more and more until her chin was nearly touching the desktop and her brow was furrowed with vague annoyance.  It seemed like such a grade school custom, and she certainly wasn't going to have any part in it.