[After-school archery means taking the subway home, and it's a particularly crowded day today. Fuu is busy trying to cultivate a little solitude in her Gameboy, but when the tired and cross salaryman next to her vacates his seat, she looks up to see who might take it. In the immediate vicinity are a lot of other tired, cross salarymen--and one fellow who looks like he's probably a tourist.
It's not Fuu's habit to address strange men, but she just feels bad seeing a friendly-looking foreigner squeezed like a sardine--she's sure that's not what he was hoping for.]
Excuse me, sir? This seat's just opened.
[She points invitingly, quick, before all those shark-like men in suits pounce on it!]
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It's not Fuu's habit to address strange men, but she just feels bad seeing a friendly-looking foreigner squeezed like a sardine--she's sure that's not what he was hoping for.]
Excuse me, sir? This seat's just opened.
[She points invitingly, quick, before all those shark-like men in suits pounce on it!]