Alternative title: The Roast of the Quinx.
“Was this really Maman’s plan?” Saiko tugs at the door. She and her fellow Quinx are trapped in a small room with Akira Mado, Amon Koutarou, and Seidou Takizawa.
“It sucks. Of course it’s Kaneki’s plan,” Urie grumbles.
“I brought you a shirt.” Seidou tosses him a white tee reading This is our get-along shirt.
“Fuck off,” Urie tells him.
“With ladies present? I think not.” Seidou sniffs.
Urie splutters. “You know I didn’t mean it that way.”
Saiko winks at Akira.
“Make your green goblin friend apologize to Akira.” Seidou crosses his arms.
“Seidou, he was only doing what he thought was right,” warns Amon.
Mutsuki’s eyes fill with tears. “I – I don’t think I’ve ever known that.”
“I forgive you, Mucchan.” Akira smiles at him.
“I don’t. I don’t forgive a one of ya’s. Particularly the purple brat.” Seidou scowls.
“Why me?” Urie clenches his fists.
“Because you remind me of me.” Seidou giggles. “I’m your future. Bah!”
He sticks out his tongue. “Have you framed out yet? That’s possible, right?”
Urie’s face now matches his hair.
“Of course he hasn’t,” Aura snaps.
Hsaio coughs. Saiko stares at the floor.
“Urie?” Higemaru gapes at his hero.
“What happened? Did you try to eat your friends?” Seidou cackles. “Omg, to have been a fly on the wall, watching you eat your words.”
“Shut up.”
“In all fairness, he just attacked me with his kagune, not his teeth.” Saiko says lamely.
Mutsuki’s mouth falls open.
“Urie Kuki,” Akira says firmly. “How many people knew?”
“Just us three,” Hsaio says.
“He’s a ghoul! Their First-Class investigator’s a ghoul!” Seidou rolls around on the floor.
Outside the room, Tsukiyama smirks at Kaneki. “I think it’s going well.”
Mercy and Magic 