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

Luckily for Hat-chan, Shinjiro Karasawa was indeed [i]fluent[/i] in shitty handwriting.

[color=a187be]"Ge...ko...ta."[/color] he spelled out with narrowed eyes and a puzzled frown from behind a small group of predominantly female students that had clustered around the nameless young girl's small frame.

Unluckily for Hat-chan, not everyone at the Academy could say the same, as many students simply marched by without sparing her a glance.

However, that wasn't to say she was having a complete dry spell, these customers aside.

Luckily for Hat-chan, those interested in Gekota Merchandise had functioning eyeballs, and were capable of discerning the contents of her wares by giving the wares themselves a momentary glance, and often rushed over.

He drew up to her, coincidentally standing next to one of his classmates, who was receiving a quick rundown of the pricing scheme from the young businesswoman. 

[color=a187be]That's pretty cheap,[/color] he mused.

Unluckily for Hat-chan, Shinjiro Karasawa had no interest in Gekota Merchandise beyond the sheer spectacle of the sight.

[color=a187be]"Hat-chan,"[/color] he stated flatly, his rough and casual Japanese creating a sharp contrast in tonality with her archaic diction as he took in the event that was unfolding before him. [color=a187be]"Does the Gekota Franchise seriously have you selling these out here right after school, or is this just somethin' you're doing on your own?"[/color]