[ Whether Akira heard Kaneki when he first walked into this restaurant or not remains a mystery. Akira, himself, is also frustrated, but for an entirely different reason altogether. He is what he is, still— a Devilman with high senses and a hellish instinct that made him different from a regular human, but his ability to transform is missing, along with some of his other powers. The alluring scent of the meat here is what drew him to this particular restaurant, but he’s a little dense and maybe doesn’t distinguish what kind of meat it actually is. Devils eat humans and find them delicious after all; he might have a hard time distinguishing between the two.
Or maybe not. Maybe he knows what kind of meat this is and doesn’t care because it’s already dead (it’s quite dead, as his buddy Ryo would say.) Either way, he was in a similar situation Kaneki was in when arriving here— stained with his own blood and some of another devils. Unlike Kaneki, though, he has no shirt on, and the arm he just freshly lost has been reattached in some way he can’t remember.
He points at Kaneki, affronted. ]
If you’re gonna be throwing food, at least say grace first!
[ Because as of now, God is pretty cool in his book. There’s no need to dethrone him; only protect humanity from devils like Ryo said. ]
two cannibalistic hybrids walk into a bar
[ Whether Akira heard Kaneki when he first walked into this restaurant or not remains a mystery. Akira, himself, is also frustrated, but for an entirely different reason altogether. He is what he is, still— a Devilman with high senses and a hellish instinct that made him different from a regular human, but his ability to transform is missing, along with some of his other powers. The alluring scent of the meat here is what drew him to this particular restaurant, but he’s a little dense and maybe doesn’t distinguish what kind of meat it actually is. Devils eat humans and find them delicious after all; he might have a hard time distinguishing between the two.
Or maybe not. Maybe he knows what kind of meat this is and doesn’t care because it’s already dead (it’s quite dead, as his buddy Ryo would say.) Either way, he was in a similar situation Kaneki was in when arriving here— stained with his own blood and some of another devils. Unlike Kaneki, though, he has no shirt on, and the arm he just freshly lost has been reattached in some way he can’t remember.
He points at Kaneki, affronted. ]
If you’re gonna be throwing food, at least say grace first!
[ Because as of now, God is pretty cool in his book. There’s no need to dethrone him; only protect humanity from devils like Ryo said. ]