He had arrived. It was an abandoned building, quite similar to the one Touka and Kaneki fucked in.
Or
At least that's what it looked like from an outsider's perspective. One step inside was all it took for him to be fucking amazed by the illusion.
What it looked like inside could only be described as an interior that could compete with your average celebrity. Sparkling white floors, expensive decor and furniture, high tech equipment and surveillance, the works.
But...even with all of that, one thing in particular caught Martin's eye, the absolutely beautiful and mesmerizing company name that he simply couldn't look away from even for a second.
Coo Coo Coons
"Oh my God. It's absolutely...its fucking beautiful."
He let a tear fall on his face, but no one else there could see it. Perhaps it was because his complexion was simply too dark to see anything really, maybe the tear evaporated because his skin tone was too close to resembling charcoal.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming toward him. From the sound, he could clearly tell that they were dress shoes, especially from seeing how everyone else around him had been wearing formal attire.
"Excuse me, sir? Are you perhaps Martin? Martin...er, Coonslayer?"
"Yes. I am Mr. Coonslayer. Are you the person I'm supposed to have this meeting with?"
"Me? Oh heavens no, sir. The gentleman you're supposed to be meeting with is upstairs, on the 5th floor. I am simply here to escort you to him, sir."
"Oh? Ok then, lead the way. But, I have a question for you?"
"And what question is that, sir?"
"Are you a nigger?"
"Excuse me? What?"
"Are? You? A? Nigger? Do you have any coonery in your blood? Use any slang around your "homies", huh? Do you like the police..erm what is your name again?"
"My name is Sabo, sir."
"What the fuck kind of name is that? Is that supposed to be Indian or something?"
"No. My parents gave me that name because they at first believed I was female, only to be disappointed at the sight of male genitalia. Also I don't like it when people talk to me when I take a shit in the restroom."
"Also, if you must know, I'm half Asian and half white so."
"I see. Well, Sabo, you've been somewhat blessed with the skin of the ancients."
"Ancients, sir?"
"Yeah, ancients. Like Aerith from Final Fantasy 7."
"I prefer Tifa though, sir."
"Just call me Coonslayer."
"If I might ask, why not Martin?"
"Because...it sounds too coonish to me. That's all there really is to it."
