Where’s my Asian friend?

“You know,” Ezra said, as he peered around the corner at Shinichi, “the press thinks you’re Asian – or, rather, they did.”

Shinichi blinked. “Well, my name is,” he said, shrugging. He tugged at a lock of red hair and frowned. “This… belies that, however.”

Ezra nodded. “It took a full twenty minutes to make them understand that, being Shynian, there’s no way you could be Asian – it’s another world!” He sighed and added, “I finally had to tell them you changed your name when you were stationed in Japan.”

“Ah,” Shinichi said, nodding. “Thank you for that.” A faint smile touched his lips and he asked, “What do you think they’ll say when you tell them we always change our names when we come to their world?”

“I’ll cross that bridge if I come it,” Ezra said, shaking his head vigorously.

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