[Holden is crouched on some draping part of the post-Euclidian architecture. He can't get himself comfortable, and this is his excuse for making next to no progress in the book on plants he's reading. His bare arms crumple into his lap gracelessly as soon as Mayu passes by, probably on her way from one "class" to another.]
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Who's Mio?
[Tactful as hell.]