Hanuka smiled at Logan's reply and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she gathered her thoughts.  Her Japanese was clearly from a textbook, flavored with a bit of Anime, but how many American teens could string together complete sentences in a foreign language on the spot?<br/><br/>"それで正式、ローガン氏。 私はそうではありません、から chan に同級生から － 受けとることを誇りに思っています。"  So formal, Mr. Logan.  I'm not to proud to accept -chan from a classmate.<br/><br/>Then she dropped her eyes and scuffed the grass with her toes, "If you think I merit it, that is."<br/><br/><em>Poor guy, I'm a head taller than he is and I'm asking him too call me cute.  Just because that's the fad in Tokyo high schools doesn't mean it's not going to embarrass him...!</em><br/><br/>Then she took a deep breath and smelled entirely too much testosterone that was entirely too angry.<em>Oh, God, someone's going to notice my finger's in this.</em><br/><br/>She stepped up behind Logan and Ororo's shoulders.  "He's right, Ororo.  Go find the principle."  She flexed her finger's and breathed regularly, letting herself loosen.  Those who knew what too look for might recognize how an Aikido student stood when they'd moved beyond the need for a full stance.<br/><br/>Okay, so her Japanese wasn't<em>entirly</em>text book.