- TANAKA MASAKO, maintaining a stable level of awesome -<br/><br/>"Poetry," I mumbled, out of the corner of my mouth as I faced the front and tucked the comb back in one pocket, "Is just knowing where to put the line breaks."<br/><br/>Honestly, the girl couldn't ever be bothered to budge an inch for a moment if she considered it a waste of energy. Argh, she was just sleeping on my table now! "Tanaka-sensei's going to come over here in a moment if you're going to nap on my desk!" I hissed, trying to look to the front where Tanaka-sensei was gesturing at a group of girls to join in. The poorly-recorded words droned on overhead, covering our whispered conversation, but that probably wasn't going to last with Naochan practically passed out in front of me. "And stop being so crude!"<br/><br/>Despite my words, I managed a brief thought. Naoto had the goods - I'd seen them on the not uncommon occasions when Naoto simply hadn't been bothered putting on a shirt - but<em>she</em>never flaunted them. But that's because Naoto was just fundamentally lazy. That characteristic just seemed to override any other concerns the girl had... a pity. She'd look so much nicer all cleaned up.<br/><br/>"Look, I might take you up on... brushing your hair or something later, okay?" I muttered, still checking to see if Tanaka-sensei was paying any attention. "But can't you just lift your head for now and face the front?"