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

...

[color=a187be]"Tcheh," [/color]he grumbled, folding his arms in a childish pout. No matter what he may have thought about how memorable he should be, he couldn't exactly fault that logic. Especially coming from Hat-chan, who had veritably been working in every other store in the city at some point of another. Seriously, did she even sleep?

[color=a187be][i]Get outta here widdat.[/i][/color]

[color=a187be]"-[i]Seriously[/i] bustin' my balls 'ere...-"[/color] he muttered in English, before rounding back on the hatted full-time part-timer with a determined fire in his eyes. He knew how to solve this, and he'd make sure she'd not have such an easy time forgetting who she was dealing with next time around.

[color=a187be]"Well remember me or not, we're headed to the same school now, so the way I see it we'd best start rememberin'."[/color] he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. Weird old-timey pronouns and regional accents and short-term-memory loss could shove it. He'd [i]force[/i] her to remember him!

[color=a187be]"Name's Karasawa Shinjiro! Know it well, but don't wear it out!"[/color] he boldly declared, jabbing his own thumb back to his chest.