- TANAKA MASAKO, being awesome -<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58019.msg2636051#msg2636051">Quote from: Shihong on 14-01-2010, 20:49:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What're ya listening to, huh?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I didn't move a muscle on my face;<em>anything</em>rather than to let Naoto know she'd actually kind of surprised me there. Obviously I shouldn't stop paying attention for any length of time at all. "Jazz, Naoto-san," I replied, my eyes still closed. "If you want to be more specific, a band called The Seatbelts. Honestly-" one hand dived into a pocket, and came out holding a small tin can. "Take some of this, would you? I can smell the nicotine on your breath. It's bloody 7:35 in the morning and you're already smoking like a forest fire."<br/><br/>The mints rattled impatiently in their little case, but I couldn't feel Naoto-san grabbing any just yet. I swung my feet off the table and turned in my chair to look at the girl, slipping the headphones back around my neck. "How can someone who sleeps so much look so exhausted?" I asked grumpily, indicating the tin can again. The girl looked like she'd just run a 20 mile marathon, not walked casually up the path to school. "Take better care of yourself, girl. Nice boots though."<br/><br/>Some other girl walked in the front of the room; I saw her outta the corner of my eye. A flash of purple, and a sense of movement. But I hadn't seen her before. Huh. A transfer student, eh? Tiring of the come-on, take-it game I seemed to be playing with Naoto, I flicked a mint casually at her and leaned backwards to look up at her face. "Did you put your stuff away properly yet? Or am I going to have to do your washing<em>again</em>when we get back, huh?"<br/><br/>