[That voice is the more predictable Haruhi, shouting even louder, distorted through the nineties speaker]
Osaka did it to Alice-san--
[And that's as long as she can handle this informative role. She swivels on her feet: Shimamoto-san, tired; Haruhi could run but would be leaving her behind. Her rotation takes her back to Osaka soon enough; she's unfettered, heavy bag of books left behind at the train station. The hot drink was drained. Her free hands rise into a stupid pose, though one somewhat well-grounded in first day martial arts.]
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[That voice is the more predictable Haruhi, shouting even louder, distorted through the nineties speaker]
Osaka did it to Alice-san--
[And that's as long as she can handle this informative role. She swivels on her feet: Shimamoto-san, tired; Haruhi could run but would be leaving her behind. Her rotation takes her back to Osaka soon enough; she's unfettered, heavy bag of books left behind at the train station. The hot drink was drained. Her free hands rise into a stupid pose, though one somewhat well-grounded in first day martial arts.]
Osaka, you are my opponent.