[ "i'm sorry"? asa ducks away, her lips pulling an embarrassed frown. that's too nice? beyond fake nice. who even has the obligation of knowing everyone's name? it's kind of impossible, and due to the lack of reality to it, she clicks her tongue.
asa kind of hates this sort of attitude. she can't even pretend to feel flattered, or whatever it was she was supposed to feel with that. but it's rude to not say her name by proxy? ugh. ]
It's Asa. [ . . . ] Why're you supposed to know my name?
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asa kind of hates this sort of attitude. she can't even pretend to feel flattered, or whatever it was she was supposed to feel with that. but it's rude to not say her name by proxy? ugh. ]
It's Asa. [ . . . ] Why're you supposed to know my name?