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

He blinked.

[color=a187be]"I didn't give it to you already? Coulda sworn I did, one se--"[/color] 

>Boo

Reflexively, Karasawa straightened and whirled, one hand halfway inside the pocket of his pants as the sudden whisper in his ear snapped him straight out of his line of thought. The other, more out of habit than reflex, had closed into a tight fist—

And released once more, along with the alertness of his expression, as soon as they saw the culprit. Now wearing what could be described as a "half-assed surly frown", he followed up Hat-chan's greeting with his own. It being a greeting from Shinjiro Karasawa, it was of course decidedly less cordial and more annoyed, and not to mention upfront about it.

[color=a187be]"Kasugano, I swear you're gonna get slugged one day if you keep pulling that."[/color]

An empty threat, yes, but not a warning he felt wrong giving. If he was having a shitty day or was jumpy, you never knew what sort of trouble it'd bring to try and surprise him.

[color=a187be]"And yeah, what she said."[/color] He continued, now back in his usually gruff, but non-malicious manner of speaking. His previously occupied hand returned to its previous course of action, fishing his phone out and pulling up his contact information for Hat-chan's benefit on what was essentially automatic.

Part of being a twenty-first century teenager meant mastering the subconscious-phone-number-sharing technique.

[color=a187be][i]And if you think it's a stretch from me, check out what the girls can pull on a phone some time.[/i]

"What're you doing?"[/color]