Sugar and Spice

Un

11:45 pm, New York City, USA.

"Hai?"

"Hey, you still up dude?"

"Um... who is... who is this?"

"It's me Alfred! Don't remember?"

"I... I apologize, I don't remember."

"I gave you my number this afternoon, don't you remember, Arthur?"

"I... I'm afraid I am not this 'Arthur' that you have meant to call."

"Oh... OH... I'M VERY SORRY! I'M VERY VERY VERY SORRY IF I HAVE DISTURBED WHATEVER THINGS YOU'VE BEEN DOING—"

"No, actually it's alright. I wasn't doing much. Anyways... I guess I'll go now..."

"Sure— WAIT IS THAT ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM'S OPENING IN THE BACKGROUND?!"

"Hmm? Oh... yes it is."

"YOU LOVE ANIME TOO?!"

"Yes.... why do you ask?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE ANIME TOO! I'M SO GLAD TO KNOW A FELLOW OTAKU!"

"Well... I'm glad as well."

"So uh... You know that Arthur dude I was supposed to call?"

"What about him?"

"Well he doesn't see what's so nice about anime and that just makes me cry. You understand that feeling, right?"

"(Sighs) Sadry, I do."

"Wait... your accent..."

"Hmm? Oh forgive me, it slips from time to time."

"Wait... ARE YOU ASIAN?"

"...Yes I am."

"So what kind of 'Nese' are you?"

"W-what?"

"Y'know, Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Koreanese—"

"Alfred...?"

"Yeah?"

"We're not called that. We are just Asian."

"...What?"

"'Nese' is not a kind of race."

"Oh.... OH, I'M SO SORRY!"

"It's fine... and to answer your question, I am Japanese."

"Oh that's so cool! A Japanese Otaku! I've never known anyone like that before!"

"I'm guessing you're not from this side of the world. Isn't it getting late over there for you?"

"Hmm? Nah! It's never late in 'Murica!"

"I see... so..."

"So..."

"What's your favorite anime?"

"Well, obviously Boku No—"

Beep beep beep...

"—Hero Academia. Huh? Did he hang up?!"