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[right][hr][color=gray]Uesugi High School, Class 2-C
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[indent][color=94C99D][i]Is this guy fucking serious?! What the hell?[/i][/color]

Aya raised a brow, trying to fight the urge to turn her smirk into a scowl. She had not even been sitting in her seat for longer than a few seconds before the question was remarked toward her in such an offensive way that would strike as inappropriate to any [i]sensible[/i] Japanese person. To some surprise she realized that she had more respect for the american gaijin then someone who had no excuse not knowing any better. 

She looked at him, turning in her seat as she attempted to get a better idea of who he thought he was to defer to her in such a way. Even if he wasn't paying attention and missed it there were a number of ways to request her name that were far less rude.

[b][color=94C99D]“It’s Naganohara. Na-ga-no-hara. Please address me in a less crude way, thanks.”[/color][/b]
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