[The sound of feet running breaks the nearly-oppressive silence. Naoto, already on edge, instantly assumes it's an ambush of some sort; her hand withdraws as quickly as if she'd been burned on a stove, delving into her coat, grabbing the handle of her revolver. But there's no time to draw it before she's grabbed and attacked and...
...and hugged.
Even in the dim lighting, Naoto instantly realizes that she recognizes this person. Her brain catches up slightly too slowly to prevent her reflexive shout of surprise.] --gah!
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...and hugged.
Even in the dim lighting, Naoto instantly realizes that she recognizes this person. Her brain catches up slightly too slowly to prevent her reflexive shout of surprise.] --gah!
R-Rise-san?!
[Talk about a face she wasn't expecting to see.]