She’d done her daily rounds; it’s common now to see herself doing so, known by a fair number of both Sh’tori’s demon and human citizens for taking these routes, but frustration over her co-workers in recent days had caused an overload of stress that Naoto had once lightly considered, but cast the thought away fairly quickly.
Mistakes driven by one’s novelty to the occupation was one thing — Naoto had the mind to think the situation perfectly understandable. Neglecting one’s duties and intentional abandonment was another: it was just the type of indiscretion she found deserving of employment termination. Unfortunately, given the lack of employees that were not imps, the station hadn’t the leisure to proceed with such a dismissal, rightfully suitable of a punishment, though it was. Proceeding to do the latter ‘mistake’ all the while leaving paperwork duty to the imps, however… was another thing entirely.
Unless said employees were new to Sh’tori and had never seen the jovially conniving tragedies these imps were capable of launching against the city, this had to be the most foolish mistake that even Naoto hadn’t thought the officers of the Sh’tori Hellhounds would extend to be capable of executing.
It had resulted in several documents burned; others were flushed down the toilets, never to be seen again in the light of day. As things currently stand, a serious reevaluation of judgment was in order. The officers of the Sh’tori Hellhounds far surpassed the level of idiocy she thought them capable of possessing.
And even in the midst of all this, she’d been told to ‘take more breaks’. A futile request that would only lead to further problems, she surmised. Naoto had made it a point not to let her mind’s exhaustion win over her duties, nor did she let it be the reason for her inattention. That is to say, perhaps she should have turned her head up at the odd yet conventional sound of speeding sulphur-clouds from the sky, because the result was disastrous. The abrupt sensation of a body falling over her had done more than enough to rattle the detective’s state of mind.
It isn’t difficult to register that the body had fallen over hers from the sky, and she’s only slightly thankful that it was quick to detach itself from her own; when her eyes flutter open, light bewilderment is still present over her features that she attempts to compose. Her gaze shifts over to the individual when she stands.
"No, I’m fine." Her voice is tinged with just a fraction of annoyance she currently feels.
"I suppose it’s moot point to ask just how and why you’d fallen from the sky, but my affiliation with the city’s authorities requires me to do. Not for myself, but out of concern for others." Following the light adjustment of her hat comes a small sigh escaping her lips.
"Though, more importantly, are you all right?"
