[There was something just so ungentlemanly about phone-usage, especially when it came to things like this. He felt like an awkward teenager at that moment and forced his larynx to relax, lest he give way to that pubescent squeak he had in those days and spent the majority of his puberty in monk-like silence to hide it. Ahem'ing into his fist, he straightened up as if he were right in front of her and postulated in the most virile manner he could muster.]
Himawari, would you like to go to the Masquerade with [This stupid idiot.] me?
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Himawari, would you like to go to the Masquerade with [This stupid idiot.] me?