[h3][center][i]Chikako Momomiya // Shanghai’d Into Some F*cking Group[/i][/center][/h3]

Her anger might’ve diminished slightly, had it not been for the strangely colored man—the apparent owner of the “Deathcrawler” as he called it. She crossed her arms and put her weight on one foot as she listened to his lecture, eyebrow raised and twitching the entire time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the Wanderer was very much taking her threat to heart. And she [i]always[/i] pulled through on her deals. She was about to stomp her way over and grab the Wanderer out of her hands when a lupine female identified them to the Blueberry Prince himself. Of course, irritation was seeping out of her body at this point as both she and her companion were dragged—or corralled, whatever—into whatever mess he had.

With the order to make the Deathcrawler go away, she immediately got into its owners face.

[b]”I don’t know how [i]stupid[/i] you think I am, but I’m pretty sure that I know what a fucking ant looks like. Now why don’t you take the technical pole shoved up your ass out and [i]leave me alone[/i].”[/b]

That settled, her pink eyes immediately set its sight on the purple man who was inching father and farther away.

[b]”AND WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!”[/b]

Say your prayers, Wanderer.

As soon as she got close enough, her hands—tiny as they might’ve been—wrapped themselves around the Wanderer’s neck and she began violently shaking him, probably swinging his head back farther than his neck ever intended for it to.

[b]”LOOK. AT. WHAT. YOU’VE. [i]FUCKING[/i]. DONE. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. NEXT TIME, NO MORE SNEAKY SHIT. WE’VE GOTTEN IN SOOOOOO MUCH TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE REALIZING YOUR NINJA DREAMS, YA BRUISED COLOR SAMURAI.”[/b]