Not at all bothered by the wind flipping up part of the apron, just enough to show off everyone more of my cute legs and parts of my crotch. Sitting down on the blanket in the traditional Nippon manner, taking one more sip of my lovely and tasty tea. The wind also doing a fine job pushing a strand of hair over my nose, tickling it in just the right manner. I bunch up some, and slowly and surely let out a cute sneeze.<br/><br/><strong>"Accchhooo!"</strong>At which point, I do seem to blur is a little, my long blue hair getting replaced with a slutty blond color. When that ends, I look down at the pretty breakfast spread in front of me, to my comrades, and then to the outfit that I am wearing. Which elicits a growl deep in my throat, blushing in pure rage. Slowly, ever so slowly, I draw out my shotgun, standing up and getting right to the point.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay. Who is the dead man who put this on me!?"</strong>Not waiting for an answer, pointing the boom stick right at Derrick and twitching just a tad, the shotgun firing and peppering his dinner plate and the ground in front of his crotch with buckshot. Before any of you can even blink, I am already reloading and about ready to make my point a second time, maybe this time a tad bit more higher...