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

A very distinct Kansai accent reverbed loudly and clearly above the errant chatter that had filled the air with what could have either been a worried hum of trepidation, or a buzz of excitement. Cutting through it either way, the girl known as Hat-chan had made her support of her newly-made friend loud and clear, quieting down the others in response.

With one very distinct slip-up.

A vein bulged in the former New-Yorker's forehead as he rounded in an almost comically whiplash manner in her direction, tense atmosphere in the building all but lost as his smile turned into an irate, frowny glare

[color=a187be]"It's [i]Karasawa[/i]!"[/color] he screamed back, clenching his fists and holding his arms as if he had two suitcases because you know the pose I'm talking about it's an anime. And so, even in following of a mad scientist met with a stiff challenge, wide-eyed excitement was met with an irate snarl.

As if all that cool stuff before hadn't happened.