[h2][color=a187be]Karasawa Shinjiro[/color][/h2]

[color=a187be]"Hi."[/color]

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[color=a187be]"Hey-- Don't just blow my question off!"[/color] he sputtered, letting his voice rise higher than typical Japanese politeness would dictate, but to a level that'd be perfectly at home in NYC. [color=a187be]"Where'd that accent come from, anyway? You spoke perfectly normal when you handed me my eclair."[/color] he both asked and mentioned, pointing an unnecessary finger at her (as if the moniker "Hat-chan" wasn't enough).

He grimaced as she peered curiously at him. Was she just joshin' him right now, or was she actually serious. 

[color=a187be]"Don't give me that look, we literally just talked half an hour ago at most. I still have the change you gave me from my thousand-yen bill!"[/color] he exclaimed, shoving one hand in his pockets and rattling the coins inside with a pleasant-sounding, uniquely coin-sh set of [i]ching![/i]s.

[color=a187be]"And that ain't to mention you bein' in the grocery store yesterday stocking the shelves, or bein' there at the cash register during my 2 AM Big Mig run! You don't remember me popping in and doing any of that?!"[/color] he demanded, in a manner that wasn't angry so much as "intensely inquisitive".