<strong>Roberto</strong><br/>(http://i37.tinypic.com/sde0eg.jpg)<br/>I had to stifle a laugh as the flagship battlecruiser<em>Takaeda Katrania</em>careened past, firing a broadside at our invasion fleet. I contained myself, although the corners of my mouth lifted slightly towards my ears. I gave the silver-haired girl an innocent and disarming grin, insofar as I can do innocent and disarming.<em>Never mind the class president, there's no doubt who really wears the knee high socks around here,</em>I mused. Only time woud tell if her frosty demeanour would thaw faster than the winter ahead of us.<br/><br/>Nakamura-san's friend caught my attention again, the one who had just whispered something sercretively to her, then to the class president. I stopped pondering the Kremlinology of the nubile student body and went back to discreetly and appreciatively taking in the view of said bodies.<strong>"Koneecheewa, hajeemaemasheete," </strong>I smiled with a bow at the girl, noting her bare legs and hoping she wouldn't lose those shapely limbs to frostbite on our trip in town.<strong>"What's yowr naime, and what are you planneeng? I'm Roberto Mendes da Silva, and you can cãoll me ehnyseeng you faeend less of a mousefool," </strong>I winked, taking her hand and kissing it lightly, as I had done with Nakamura-san. How would<em>she</em>like my gaijin ways?<br/><br/><strong>"Excooze zees cultur-shocked Brazilean. Eef I have gravely meesjudged ze prowper waiy to be behaveeng towards you, I weell go and apologeteecally chop off my feenger," </strong>I joked at her and the very distracting and apparently robustly named Nakamura-san. Gaijin humour, anyone?