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This was more than a little surprising to be sure - and Sara was almost disappointed that it wasn't some sort of robbery-slash-hostage situation; how often did those happen to the every day person? Sure she had heard of the demi-human thing, or as it was known among people she knew the 'monster in the closet system' (and that was one of the more..friendly terms used) but she hadn't signed up for it. As far as she knew the people that willingly participated were in need of some extra living expenses or else had some other, often more [i]private[/i] reasons for doing so. Sara didn't especially need the extra money given her spending habits consisted mostly of perishable goods and electric bills with the extra being used for her collection and supplies, and no matter what people assumed or knew about Sara the nature of her particular interests didn't necessitate demi-humans. 


[color=00FFFF]"There must be some mistake,"[/color] Sara shook her head, the unkempt strands sliding along her forehead, [color=00FFFF]"I didn't sign up for-wait I don't have a perversion!"[/color] Though she protested to the agent, in actuality she was protesting to air as the suited man had left without so much as an instructional manual. That her face was still blushing red at the mention of her non-existent perversion was a fact lost on her. 

Sara took a glance at the two guests - now residents - and then at the room they were all standing in. The front room, or the living room, was fairly spartan. A simple couch that could sit four, a television atop a stand which contained various books and film cases. A coffee table inbetween couch and television with the only thing on there being a half-full tray of various nuts, almonds, pecans, walnuts, things for the rare guest to be tricked into thinking Sara had people over often enough. On the wall were various pieces of art, none of which cost more than thirty dollars and only two of which were done by Sara herself - they were the two that stood out and didn't fit with the aesthetic of the other pieces which were countryside and seaside scenes. The kitchen was connected to the living room and the kitchen itself was connected to the dining room. The hall to the left was Sara's territory with her bedroom with connected bathroom, and her work room across the way. The hall to the right was currently being used as storage, but it had a bathroom and a bedroom as well. 

Sara was quite glad she kept a mostly spartan life since the house was shockingly clean. She might've been easily absorbed into whatever went down in her work room, but she wasn't living in a pigsty and she was shockingly hygienic in that she took regular showers. This was likely not her best first impression but in her defense she had no idea to expect something like this. 

[color=00FFFF]"Uhm..."[/color] Sara blinked and stared blankly as Niyo spoke; Sara had Japanese ancestry on her mother's side but she wasn't exactly fluent conversationally yet. She had once thought to take the proficiency exam but her hobby got the better of her at a crucial moment. [color=00FFFF]"I'm...Sara Kimoto. I...didn't know you were coming...uh..."[/color] This was awkward. Did host families prepare speeches? Wait, did Niyo have a second voice? Sara turned her eyes to the one who called herself Yoki. Sara lurched forward, her fingers gripping the back of the couch to keep herself from fainting in delight. [color=00FFFF]"P..P...Pet?"[/color] Her blush increased, and her expression morphed from panic and confusion to utter joy. Surely signs of the 'perversion' the agent mentioned. [color=00FFFF]"M...Miss Yoki...how wonderful...Did you hear that, Lighty? P...P...Pet! Is there anything you need Miss Yoki? Come in, come in, both of you!"[/COLOr]

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad for Sara.[/center]