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Megumi furrowed in eyebrows in frustration as the Americunt let himself in. She clenched the handle of her knife and closed the front door. "The white man strikes again..." She hissed under her breath, closing her eyes as she calmed herself down. "What next; Slavery? Misogyny? Meninism? Americans always bring such bad luck..."

She slipped her knife back into her duffel back and shambled back over to the couch where she relaxed, yet kept a close eye on the shady looking fellow that so happened to cross paths with them. Out of all of the possible houses, it had to be this one? Megumi ran her fingers through her red hair, her hand pushed back individual wisps that managed to break free from the straight segments of hair that defined her bangs. "Your people surely are troublesome, what with your pointy noses and cracker skin." And it wouldn't have hurt to be a little more discreet, maybe she wouldn't have lashed out when Extra Olive Oil decided to be frank and disrespectful.