I think he’s very graceful, to accentuate his sly personality. He’s a fantastic dancer, just like Arima.
Once, when he was a kid, his mother told him he was a better dancer than Arima and that was the happiest moment of his life.
He’d probably be really funny and snarky as he teaches all the kids in the academy. Chaos starts with dancing children, and to all the teachers’ surprise, their students abandon learning how to kill ghouls to dance on their desks and stage an entire TG musical.
Unbeknownst to the Washuus, who are called to the scene, their own Furuta Nimura is behind this new chaos.
In the end, it’s not Dragon, but the dancing ghouls who take over Tokyo.
Okay but for real: I never swore regularly until I played Mario Kart my senior year of college. Fuck Rainbow Road, and fuck Daisy who giggles at you every time she passes you whilst you struggle. 😛
“FUCK!” Hinami screams in despair. Bowser’s Castle, to her, may be even worse than Rainbow Road.
Ayato giggles. “Come again?”
“Fuck Waluigi. Bastard just pushed me into a banana.” Hinami pouts.
“I’m very confused,” Tsukiyama announces. “Did Hinami just swear?”
“To be fair, we’re averaging about ten four-letter-words a second,” Touka says with a shrug. Kaneki, however, is stunned.
“It’s what video games draw out of you,” Saiko says. “SHIT!”
A blue shell has decimated her.
“There’s no squad loyalty right now,” Urie hisses as he takes over the lead.
“Or couples.” Mutsuki throws his own blue shell, and Urie shrieks.
“I’m fucking last, Ayato,” Hinami whines as she falls into lava a third time.
“I’m fucking fourth. I won’t be on a podium,” he replies.
“Oh, come on!” Hinami glowers at him to hide her laughter.
When their stats are posted, Mutsuki cheers, Hinami pouts, and Ayato grinds his teeth.
1. Mutsuki
2. Nishiki+Kimi
3. Touka+Kaneki
4. Ayato
5. Tsukiyama
6. Saiko
7. Takeomi+Yoriko
8. Hsaio
9. Higemaru
10. Aura
11. Urie
12. Hinami
“Hold up, hold up.” The door to the gaming room flies open, and Itori, Uta, and Yomo stride in.
“It’s time for us old-timer clowns to show you how it’s done.” Uta snatches the control from Touka.
“Mmm?” He rolls over. He had just drifted to sleep.
“My hair is the same as the Director’s.” Touka looks horrified. “I had a dream you couldn’t tell us apart!”
“What?!” Kaneki shrieks.
Touka turns around. Slowly, she lifts her hair and, with the angst of a thousand Kanekis, with the determination of a thousand Furutas, pulls it into a pineapple ponytail.
My pure little boy is currently banned from pudding for a week after beating up his friend Kaneki, but he thanks you for the compliment. He will try to do better next time.