Into the club entered Mayuri Kurotsuchi, dressed in full kabuki white lion finery. The odd thing was that he seemed to be moving to music no one else could hear, and he had a developed a bad habit of whipping his mane around and stomping his feet when he came to abrupt halts. It was a compulsion that he simply couldn't stop doing, and he was remaining uncharacteristically silent about it, despite his rising irritation.
Mostly because, when he opened his mouth, a very loud disturbing roar came out of his throat.
While the entire symbolism was supposed to repel evil and portray the king of the beasts, it wasn't really the best for vocalizing complaints.
It was terrific for people that got in his way, as he found out when one child nearly trod on his robe. It resulted in peed pants and a smug looking kabuki lion who thought the child got a lesson well learned.
Even if it is annoying, this is quite interesting, Mayuri thought to himself. This was his last resort to find a safe haven while studying the silly American holiday to foul it up improve it next year, besides running scans on himself in his lab. At least the music was loud enough to mute the roar a bit. I might have to take a deep tissue sample later to determine if this is a genetic mutation that I can manipulate into something incapacitating and mass produce.