[center][h2][b]Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo[/b]

[color=yellow][b]Hana Kurosawa[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Hana's semblance tensed visiblely, as her fists clenched. To the observant eye, shifting could be seen underneath her banana pajamas, a sure indicative of her kagune about to be activated in response to the heavy handed threat. Her eyes darted to Asoka's comments, who found the whole thing amusing. One thing Hana she agreed with the little mischievous brat was that Itsuki's tentacles were gross as male bodyparts.  

And then out of a sudden, she inhaled once. Her kakugan disappeared in a single blink, as well as the shifting, but the angered expression was there. [color=yellow]"So that's what you really think. That everything thing is about fighting your way in the world. Even to prove the fact your way is the only right way, and that you are never wrong. That only your base cravings matter. And for that, you're flailing your kagune about, directing threats against your stepsisters and stepbrother, and attempting to bring ruin to a place who is a beacon for both humans and ghouls in this rather hostile ward. Not to mention the fact that you're aware we have children there."[/color]

She paused, her arms planted on her hips firmly.[color=yellow]"You know what those people are called? Trash. You're just a trashy, shitty bully wannabe who wants to feel special, who wants a tap in the shoulder and justify yourself that you did it for the right thing, for the right way. Because you killed a lot of people, and you can't handle being a wantom murderer. You. Make. Me. Sick. "[/color]
The female ghoul finished, not before curling up and tensing up a last time, readying her attack. And out of nowhere it went, a glob of spit landing square on his face.

[Color=yellow]"There's the ration for your travels, you Kakuja trash. You know where the door is."[/color] Hana stated, before composing her semblance once more, the cheery, ditzy visage people were familiar with.