Jason looked blankly down at the shorter girl, or, more specifically, the knife currently being pressed against his throat. Giving her a dismissive, 'Gtfo of my face' look, he blandly pushed the knife away by the blade, turning dark black eyes to the shorter Japanese teenager that mentioned America twice, in what seemed to be an insulting manner. Oh great...he was one of those Japanese. But...leaving his machete? Like Hell he was going to give it to strangers...it was sharp and useful, so he wasn't going to risk it being stolen. "Yeah, hold on." Jason frowned, turning around and kneeling beside the door. Finding a bush, he carefully slide the machete inside of the bristles, until it was completely hidden, before standing and stretching his arms to the side.
He glanced down as the puppy headbutted his leg, an eyebrow raised slightly in amusement, before his face returned to it's normal expression - lips neutrally frowning, and eyebrows naturally narrowed. He walked into the home - he had complied, didn't he? - and glanced around once. He hadn't been in a Japanese home yet, and as he glanced around, Jason allowed a small, unnoticeable smirk to form on his face. It was just how he expected it to look, from some manga or something. Funny how small the world was. Turning back around, he gave the Japanese teenager another glance. Black hair, slightly narrowed eyes, rather short - he should really get used to Japanese heights, and then he turned his eyes to the spitfire that decided to point a knife at him for asking for food. Geez Louise...
"Name's Jason." He finally said, collapsing back on a love-seat and stretching his neck. "Fuckin' zombies..." It was a murmured groan, since there were children in the room - teenaged kids, but children nonetheless.
He glanced down as the puppy headbutted his leg, an eyebrow raised slightly in amusement, before his face returned to it's normal expression - lips neutrally frowning, and eyebrows naturally narrowed. He walked into the home - he had complied, didn't he? - and glanced around once. He hadn't been in a Japanese home yet, and as he glanced around, Jason allowed a small, unnoticeable smirk to form on his face. It was just how he expected it to look, from some manga or something. Funny how small the world was. Turning back around, he gave the Japanese teenager another glance. Black hair, slightly narrowed eyes, rather short - he should really get used to Japanese heights, and then he turned his eyes to the spitfire that decided to point a knife at him for asking for food. Geez Louise...
"Name's Jason." He finally said, collapsing back on a love-seat and stretching his neck. "Fuckin' zombies..." It was a murmured groan, since there were children in the room - teenaged kids, but children nonetheless.