"Advanced Studies in Business Law and Society?" her tongue rolls over the words like sandpaper as she jogs the fifteen-pound textbook in one hand to test its (frightening) weight.
Staring blankly (and at the same time, trying to restrain her shock) at her older (insane) brother when the blonde-haired boy sets a hand into his hip and tartly replies, "Well, you know I can't be a professional duelist when I graduate after being held back for three whole years. So I'm going to become a defense attorney instead!" and Asuka Tenjoin retains himself from exclaiming, "But bringing it to the fourth dimension?!" Instead, she takes a deep breath.
Though, when Fubuki whips out his ukulele as well, Asuka decides she does not have the heart, willpower, or concentration to land a good kick in Fubuki stomach because she's currently totting on the fence between a really bad migraine and throttling Juudai for being a stupid emo, and the migraine is doing nothing to help her aim at Fubuki's stomach.