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

[right][sub][i]*fffpop*[/i][/sub]

[sub]"You two!"[/sub][/right]
[color=a187be]"Oi, ease off on Hat-chan, would ya?"[/color] he began a touch grumpily, reaching a hand out towards Saya, fingers primed and ready to deliver a flick upon the forehead like one would give to a disobedient younger sibling, perhaps even a puppy. [color=a187be]"She can't make 'er sales with ya--"[/color]

He felt a hand upon his shoulder. Who the fu--

[right]"You're perfect, I need you!"[/right]

[b][i]*ffffPOP*[/i][/b]

everything went trippy for a second and he thought he was falling

[color=a187be]"--hanging on her...like... that?"[/color] he concluded awkwardly, head preoccupied by swiveling around to focus on the new surroundings. [color=a187be]"The [i]fuck[/i]?!"[/color]

Eyes returning front, he found himself presented with a comically extravagant cake, atop a nondescript counter, in a small, equally nodescript kitchen, and to top it all off? One intensely, teeth-grittingly proud looking esper, covered in the same flour and sugar he'd just brushed off the blazer of his uniform. The only culprit aside from the very slim chance of Cross to his right, who, judging from her similar reaction, was just as surprised as him.

Hothead or not, one didn't stick around in Academy city without knowing how to put two and two together.

[color=a187be]"I dunno, can you try [i]catching these hands[/i] for me, buddy?"[/color] he growled in defiance, letting his blood climb towards the 150s. [color=a187be]"The hell do you think you're doing just teleporting people around as you please, ya mook?"[/color]