漆原 半蔵 / Lucifer

"Rice and veggies?" Urushihara quirked a lazy eyebrow. "Dude, relax. I'm not Ashiya. I'll let you eat all the meat you want."

But intestines sounded a little gross. He wrinkled his nose childishly and leaned over the menu, sounding out what bits of kana he could understand.

"...You're sure the beef intestines are good? I never was one of those kindsa guys."