[ She sits down, no harrowing dramatics. It was always a possibility that she'd run into Kazuya. Leaving herself uncloaked was an invitation as much as it was a simple plan to allow her to observe who comes out of the woodwork to take a peek at her, and she should be nothing special by the standards of anyone who isn't in the know in her world. ]
Nao Mizushita.
[ She doesn't bother with subtlety. She is definitely looking at him, reading him all over again. No soul... no, she wouldn't have guessed that. ]
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Nao Mizushita.
[ She doesn't bother with subtlety. She is definitely looking at him, reading him all over again. No soul... no, she wouldn't have guessed that. ]