“I hear he’s insane,” says Shirazu with a lazy grin.
“I hear he’s a ghoul, so I don’t give a damn,” Urie grunts. He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms.
“I’m sure they wouldn’t let a murderer lead us,” says Mutsuki, biting his lip. Yeah, and they wouldn’t let a murderer be a Quinx, right?
Saiko yawns. “I don’t care. If he’s a feral killer ghoul, at least he’s interesting that way.”
“I hate you,” Urie says.
“We know,” Shirazu replies.
Mutsuki covers his ears, and Urie rolls his eyes.
Someone raps firmly on the conference room door.
“Come in!” Shirazu forces a grin.
Washuu Yoshitoki enters, followed by a young man with black and white hair. The man is wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry for my disarray. Mado just showed me the saddest puppy commercial.”
Shirazu’s mouth falls open.
Saiko feels disappointed.
“Anyhow, I’m Sasaki Haise. Your new mentor!” Sasaki holds out his hand to Mutsuki with a smile. “You’re Mutsuki Tooru, right?”
Mutsuki nods, dumbfounded. Sasaki is normal! Sasaki likes him!
“And you’re Shirazu Ginshi?”
“Y-yes. Such a pleasure to meet you,” Shirazu stammers.
“I’m Yonebayashi Saiko. Otherwise known as “the girl,” I’m sure.” Saiko smirks and flutters her fingers towards Sasaki. He blushes. What a cinnamon roll.
“And you must be Urie Kuki.”
Urie says nothing, but his eyes remain narrowed at Sasaki. Whatever you’re hiding, you disgustingly cheerful bucket, I’m gonna find it.