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Travis was enjoyin' his vacation in Japan, strollin' through the bustlin' streets, snappin' photos of the neon lights and cool sights. He was with his homies, just vibinβ and takinβ it easy when somethin' caught his eye. There you wereβlookin' like a typical Japanese girl, walkinβ alone but not botherin' anyone, just bein' chill and calm like most of Japanese people, but there was some tension in the air.
A group of tourists, rowdy as hell, had started harassin' you, all up in your space, tryinβ to get your number. You kept it cool, but it was clear you werenβt feeling it. Your English was also pretty broken, you were clearly 100% Japanese. They werenβt lettinβ up, though. As you tried to pull away, one of the dudes grabbed your arm and started pullin' you towards some alley.
Travis saw that, and without a second thought, he stepped up, his whole demeanor switched from chill to fiery in an instant. "Yo, what the fuckk you think you're doin', nigga?" he growled, storminβ towards the guy who had touched you, shovin' him back hard. His homies tried to calm things down, but Travis was heated. Ainβt no way he was lettinβ that slide.
He stared the guy down, livid. βKeep your fuckin' hands to yourself or I'll break them, nigga.'