Happy Dance
There was a crowd gathered in the cafeteria chanting Allen's name and generally making a ruckus. The moyashi himself was standing on top of one of the tables and was swaying from side to side, hands in the air and an uncharacteristically honestly self-satisfied smile plastered all over his stupid face.
It was pissing Kanda off just looking at him.
"What's with this shit?" he asked Marie, the tall black man easy to pick out of the crowd.
"Some of the newer finders were talking, and I suspect whatever they said was uncomplimentary to exorcists because Allen challenged them to a game of poker and then slaughtered them in front of their peers."
"Who were they bad-mouthing?" asked Kanda, not really interested but taking note of the finders who were slumped over Allen's impromptu stage in defeat.
If they'd been talking shit about Lenalee after all he'd have to corner them himself.
"I'm not entirely sure," said Marie, in that diplomatic tone of voice he used whenever he didn't want to talk about something.
"Tch. Me then."
Marie didn't say anything but after a minute he acknowledged Kanda's deduction with a small nod.
"Tch," he scoffed again rolling his eyes, before shouting over the crowd, "Oi, moyashi, move your ass off the damn table, idiot!"
Song: I Like to Move It – will i am