Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
Some people got salty, some remained cheery, it was all too mundane for little ol' Asoka who simply wanted heads to fume and mornings to be a little more ... Action packed. Sans the CCG of course. They were just general party poopers. Though she couldn't help but feel more and more sickened by Takumi's radiating positivity. Hana was one thing, with her attempts to belittle her brilliance as possible, but this was too much. Sleepy Rin stood in the middle, leaving angsty Itsuki to counter balance the other two. The great lord Asoka, goddess of Asokaism, would have to restore balance by being one hell of an antagonist in this little clique.
There was this focus on the elder's activities, the reasons why he was wounded and what he was out to do now. He was a ghoul so inquiring such a thing would seem to be somewhat redundant for Asoka. Entering this conversation would seem as enticing as watching Rin attempt to formulate a sentence longer than ten words. As such, Asoka would simply peer her attention over to the newspaper set on the table, next to her mug of coffee. She'd skim page after page as revelations came to be in the exchange she overwatched with very little interest invested.
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Lady friend? I thought we established he only ate dick ..."
She added, her eyes remaining dawned over the various headlines in the budget piece of paper. No signs of snickering however, perhaps she thought a tad bit of seriousness would add more to the humor. She didn't want this to end up being a dead horse already now did she? Not that she'd mind, as long as it tormented Itsuki.
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... But maybe you prefer ghoul dick? I mean ... It regenerates so ... Wow, we may be onto something, Itsukiwi! Maybe we can patent it once Ghoul porn becomes an actual thing~"
Her eyes were finally driven back to Itsuki, the snarky and condescending tone back and shit eating grin as big as ever. At exactly the right time too, as the graveyard mention made the whole story clear. Would it change Asoka's mind in the slightest? No, not really. Ghoul mentality was strong in her, and as such she would have little to no regard for the loss of loved ones, especially if it involved not so brilliant, violent man eaters.
But then ... It happened. She snapped, not Asoka, but the supposed dim witted sibling of her's. Hana was showing some interesting development here, something that would make our little tyrant abandon her read in order to confer her whole attention to the two in conflict. Eyes glimmer as she blinked, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. Biting her lower lip, it made her all the more excited to see Itsuki react accordingly to it all. Were they going to fight? Was the nerdy doctor going to continue affirming her dominance? Would the angtsy one leave after attempting to slaughter all he considered family? She hungered for a euphoric conclusion.
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Mmmm fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!~ When did you get so hot, Hana-Banana?~ Screw Rin, lemme in that bath if you promise to keep that trashy, shit mouth of yours running! <3"
Ascending from her seat, she approached the hot battlefield they had laid out. Casually stepping on the still dormant Kagune Itsuki had displayed for intimidation purposes. Kakuja or not, he wasn't exactly doing the smartest thing here. One had home advantage, one had unknown abilities and one could rip at least a portion of his kakuhou from her position, not to mention crush parts of his Kagune from the get go. And only with her hands and feet.
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Shit. I'm horny now. Either let him go or I'm ripping that dick-like tentacle of his. I am oh-so getting rid of distractions."
Eyes were lazy as she stated such a blatant fact about her libido, lips pursed afterward. Her gaze remained on Hana, however, or rather her always so enjoyable cleavage. The monster's little tongue could be seen cleansing her thin lips as her desire ceaselessly grew. Only one thing could turn a power monger like her to that point, and that'd be a immense display of authority in the most unexpected of circumstances.