[Naoto can't help but blurt out the informal moniker she'd referred to the little girl by, as she'd navigated her home but not before stopping by the music store and its idol display. Her mouth hangs agape for a moment at the now fully-grown Natsuru. This sudden switch in height and age throwing off the otherwise calm and cool Naoto. However, she soon realizes how awkward her staring must be, and so Naoto clears her throat and tries to diffuse the uncomfortable silence.]
You- you're certainly a lot taller than when we last met...
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[Naoto can't help but blurt out the informal moniker she'd referred to the little girl by, as she'd navigated her home but not before stopping by the music store and its idol display. Her mouth hangs agape for a moment at the now fully-grown Natsuru. This sudden switch in height and age throwing off the otherwise calm and cool Naoto. However, she soon realizes how awkward her staring must be, and so Naoto clears her throat and tries to diffuse the uncomfortable silence.]
You- you're certainly a lot taller than when we last met...
[Swing and a miss.]