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[h3]~Keiko Murata~[/h3]
[u]
"Aren't you enthusiastic?"[/u]

[color=8493ca][i]"Of course I am. No way you're gonna refuse, after all!"[/i][/color] 
The grin she was still giving him indicated she didn't think he'd refuse at all. Why? Well, call it confidence in her ability to...charm, people. Yep, charm was a good word.

[u]"I'm Suna Kumoshita, of Class 1-C. You can call me Suna, as all my friends do."[/u]

Suna, huh? So he was a first year, then. She was a second year herself, though this was her first year at Yamaku. Which means...as his upperclassman...he had to respect her and her word! Haha, yep. This was getting better by the second. He was going to ask what the favor was any second.

[u]"'Friends', then."[/u] He still wore a friendly smile, though didn't say anything after that.

...any second now.

any second...

As the few seconds dragged on, Keiko went from enthusiastic, to bored, and right to annoyed. He...he wasn't going to say anything else, was he? He was just gonna leave it at that? She'd just tell him what her ingenious plan was and then he'd obviously have to agree! Any highschool boy would obviously [i]love[/i] this plan. She couldn't think of a single reason for anyone to refuse, really, but she had been told before she wasn't exactly the...best influence. She opened her mouth to speak, and once again nothing came out. She smacked her forehead in frustration before reaching for the notebook. Except...the notebook had mysteriously disappeared. Most likely, he had put it away so she couldn't respond.

Wow. WOW, really!? That...that was incredibly mean. Like, seriously, she could understand it if he was teasing her or something. Really, that was just rude and mean. Someone should teach this jackass a lesson!...not like she had much room to talk about messing with people, though. That would have actually been pretty funny to watch if it was someone else...

She placed her hands on her hips again, still giving him an annoyed glare.

Well...she was at an impasse here. She could do something to Suna like wrest the notebook from his cold, dead, body. Or just leave the guy. Not like she really liked him all that much to begin with. Really, he didn't even ask to hear what the favor was before deciding he obviously didn't want to do it. What kind of a friend was that? Sure they had just met and all, but still! Though...come to think of it...he never said 
[i]no.[/i]

Well, then...obviously, that was a yes then! If he had refused, she'd probably have pestered him a bit, but since he didn't...First thing first, get the notebook back.  And just like that, her glare was replaced by an annoyed pout, obviously meant to be cute and apologetic. She made a writing motion in the air with her hands. Her acting skills left quite a bit to be desired, she thought she did a pretty good job of it. 

This would be so much easier if she could just yell at the guy. If all else failed, she could always play the victim and tell some other people some brute stole her notebook and she, a poor defenseless mute girl, had no means of protesting.

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