#Oki: Hello again.
#User: Oki, why do I have to keep reminding you that you can call me by my first name here?
#User: Not just here, anywhere.
#Oki: Anywhere apart from the classroom, right?
#User: Right. I can’t have you girls realizing I have no idea what I’m doing in there half of the time.
#User: Oh. Oops.
#Oki: I think...a few of us know this already.
#Oki: We just haven’t started yet.
#User: Started what?
#Oki: Our...rebellion.
#Oki: Hehe.
#User: …
#Oki: …I’m sorry. Jokes aren't things I know how to make.
#User: It wasn’t a bad one.
#Oki: Then why didn’t you laugh...or even smile?
#User: You're more cute than funny, Oki.
#Oki: You’re more kind than...not kind, Sensei.
#User: Oki…
#Oki: I know, I know- But we're not alone today.
#User: There’s only us two and those three old ladies over there. I don’t think they’d care.
#Oki: Yeah, but-
#User: Actually, their faces look kind of sour...like they’ve never experienced anything other than misery.
#Oki: One of them is my aunt.
#User: Oh.
#Oki: Yeah...
#Oki: You're kind of right though...they do look like depression.
#User: Are you not going to get pissed at me? I did just insult your aunt.
#Oki: No... I don’t think I’m even capable of getting angry.
#Oki: When things upset me, I just cry.
#User: You're not crying right now, though.
#Oki: Mhm, I'm not.
#User: Is that because you're not angry or upset?
#Oki: It is.
#Oki: She's not exactly here for me. She's a spy.
#User: A spy? Should we call the police?
#Oki: Why would you call the police on a spy?
#User: Well...because...
#User: Yeah, I don’t know.
#Oki: Well she isn't dangerous or anything. She only comes here whenever my parents are out of town.
#Oki: That’s why I have to address you as Sensei.
#User: Ah, she's that kind of aunt.
#Oki: Yes, she’s that kind.
#Oki: I can address you as Mr. User if you'd like, but that's as casual as I can go.
#Oki: Well, for right now at least.
#User: Hmm... ‘Mr. User’ makes me sound old.
#Oki: But Sensei doesn’t?
#User: Strangely enough...no...