“Now, play nice today, Souta-chan,” Eto says as she pretends to focus on the road.
“Please focus on the road,” Arima says.
“I am an expert multitasker, Kishou.”
“If you call me Souta-chan again, bitch, I will eat you.” Souta glares at Eto from the back seat.
“Someone’s a little too excited about his new kakugan,” Eto sings.
“Control your wife, Kishou!” Souta barks.
“Control yourself, Souta,” Arima says calmly, not even turning around.
“I think I was the one controlling Kishou last night,” Eto purrs.
“Oh my god. I’m gonna be sick,” Souta grumbles, leaning against the window.
Arima’s face is too flushed to move.
“Don’t put your greasy forehead against the windows!” Eto squawks.
“PAY ATTENTION!” Arima yelps, grabbing the wheel.
“I was.” And indeed, Eto’s kagune is on the wheel. “You have control issues, Kishou.”
Just then, Souta’s rinkaku creeps towards the front of the car.
“Are you kidding?!” Eto lunges for him, Arima yells, and the car flips over an embankment.
Five minutes later, the three watch as flames destroy their car.
“Well,” Eto says slowly, “at least we all regenerate quickly.”
Arima opens his mouth.
She cuts him off. “I’m not gonna say you were right.”
“Souta will.”
“Souta has too many insecurities about his big brother to do that,” Eto says, earning another glare – but silence – from Souta.