Hairu grabs the mic. She can’t believe she’s up here, after she and Ui lost a bet with Hirako. Now, instead of Ui’s typical karaoke, they must perform their own rap.
Hairu nods, and on cue she and Ui adorn Arima-style glasses.
Hairu takes it first. “Said little ghoul, you can’t fuck with me, If you wanted to.
These expensive, these is spiked pommel, These is bloody sword.
IXA or Owl, I can use ‘em both, I don’t wanna choose. And I’m quick, perfect my dodge, don’t get comfortable.”
Ui clears his throat. “Look, I don’t dance now, I make quinque moves. Say I don’t gotta dance, I’ll make ghouls move. If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I will fuck with you. I’m a reaper, you a worker bitch, I make bloody moves!”
Hirako motions for them to continue. A light on his phone makes it clear he’s filming, to Ui’s horror.
Hairu raises her voice. “Now Raven says he gon’ do what to who? Let’s find out and see, CCG, you know where I’m at, you know where I be.”
Ui nods. “You in the squad just to party I’m there, I get paid a fee; I be in and out them jails so much, I know they’re tired of me. Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me.”
Hairu cuts in. “Dropped two SS in six months, what ghoul working as hard as me? I don’t bother with these ghouls, don’t let these ghouls bother me. They see medals, they say goals, Bitch, I’m who they tryna be!”
Ui pauses. “Wait, ghoul? I think you messed up.”
Mercy and Magic 