- ARISAWA NAOTO, Being a nuisance -<br/><br/>Naoto stuck her tongue out at Masako's teasing and tilted her head slightly to one side, balancing on her chin.  "Living the waking dream eternal, eh?  That's pretty good, Masa-chan!  Should write a poem about it," she mumbled.<br/><br/>She lazily flopped a hand onto the desktop and plucked at the comb a few times hesitantly.  It barely budged, stuck in all the knots that had built up from a night of severe bed head.  A halfhearted attempt was made to actually straighten it out a bit, causing her to flinch as it tugged painfully at the roots.  Eventually she gave up, flicking it back into Masako's lap and resting her cheek fully on the girl's table.<br/><br/>"Aww c'mon, it's such a<em>chore.</em>Maybe you can do it for me later, all<em>pretty-like</em>, eh Masa-chan?"  Naoto shot the girl a big grin.  "Glad to see I'm not the only that gets annoyed by that...and it's just Homeroom!  The definition of this 'class' is basically 'give the girls enough time to wake up before classes that<em>matter</em>'!"<br/><br/>Naoto flopped her head towards Tanaka for a moment, then back towards Masako.  "Yeah, probably.  Ya got the goods, ya flaunt 'em in front of everyone.  Probably a self esteem thing."<br/><br/>Not a thing that Naoto herself seemed eager to follow though.  On the rare occasions that she didn't wear anything baggy and one size too large, it was readily apparent that the girl possessed some substantial 'goods' of her own.  For whatever reason she clearly didn't take any stock in her own appearance, and sure as hell wouldn't be wearing a motorcycle suit anytime soon.