"Whoever laughs first is gay!"
Before Takaba had even finished speaking, he had jammed both hands into his nostrils, driving his index fingers deep and hard while curling up his upper lip to pull a gorilla-like face.
"Horse-face attack!"
Kenjaku raised an eyebrow and shook his head expressionlessly. Then he lifted a hand and slowly felt for the fine line of stitches across his forehead.
With a gentle tug of his fingertips, the thread slipped out from beneath his skin. His fingers hooked under the edge of his skull, and he slowly lifted it, peeling back the entire skullcap.
Underneath lay a brain with teeth, still twitching slightly. He even stuck out his tongue and leisurely licked his own nostrils.
"Urgh-!"
Takaba instantly dropped to one knee, bracing both hands on his knees, his entire face scrunched up.
What the fuck was that?!
"Heh-I have no desire to keep chatting with you."
Kenjaku swept out a hand, and a special grade cursed spirit slowly emerged from the shadows behind him, its enormous body blotting out half the sky. Yet in the next instant, his vision blurred, and he found himself sitting on a Ghost Flame electric scooter, his hands gripping the handlebars and his feet planted on the footboard.
He looked down at himself. His robes were still there, as were his stitches. The only addition was a little electric scooter humming beneath his ass. Beside him, the special grade cursed spirit he had just summoned was also riding a Ghost Flame.
"Beep-!"
The special grade cursed spirit twisted the throttle. The scooter lurched forward, its tires screeching against the asphalt. Just as it was about to enter the national highway, a semitrailer truck came roaring in from the side and ran squarely over the special grade cursed spirit, grinding