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just how low would you go not to stand right below?
nothing makes me happier than post-canon kaneki owning and tending to a garden. like why is he growing vegetables of all things ? he canât even eat them. wtf. what an idiot. he probably just shoves them off on his human friends who CAN eat them
Smooches Kaneki's cheeks.âĄ
there was something about nicole that made her kisses the perfect medicine for a heavy heart.  ( really, he hadnât realized how tense he was until she brought her lips to his cheek, and immediately thereafter, his body felt as though it were ready to melt against it. )
â ahâ  â kaneki quickly ducked his head in embarrassment, hoping to hide the sudden burning of heat across his face.  â itâs, umâŚ! itâs good to see you too, nicole.  â  âĽâĽâĽâĽ
đ đ
offers a flower to kaneki
kaneki took the flower in hand and twirled it between his fingers, holding it up to the sunlight and silently admiring the petals brilliance.  â how pretty âŚÂ is this for me ? â  his heart softened, a smile drawing upon his lips as he brought the flower close to his chest. ( such a gentle act of kindnessâ he doesnât feel quite worthy of it. )  â thank you. perhaps one day i will be able to return the favour.  â
charmed, iâm sure /  battlcdance:
lithe hands move swiftly through the air, reaching for the sky as his feet stepped surely beneath him, his hip swaying as he hums to himself in his hypnotic trance, brow glistening with the effort of his work, his dance. he dances with that wilderness of the forests, the trees and rivers and beasts. his performance ends with a classic bow, those ears raising in appreciation to the impending applause of the crowd he has drawn from that small town, and he bids them goodbye with a blown kiss as they inevitably wander back into their daily duties. he is gathering his cloak ( which he tossed aside earlier, a hindrance to this particular dance ) when a muffled clap reaches his ears. a brow raises, and he turns to see a strange young man donning an EYE-PATCH.
   â no one taught me, i am my own master. if you want lessons, however, itâs gonna be a-while. iâm pretty busy, or i should be. nameâs Rakan, charmed and charming. â
he responds amicably, his signature lop-sided grin clear on his face ⌠but his air is careful, feathered ears perked and alert, his wing outstretched behind him. something about the man makes him uneasy, alert, on-guard.
â rakan ? i see . . .  iâll make sure remember it, â he promised. (  despite their friendly exchange, there was something about the atmosphere between them, kaneki noticed, that had his body tense and fingers twitch. his gloved hands had ceased their applause, now clasped together in front of him as he took a moment to ponder. had this dancer figured him out already ?  )  â  my name is kaneki. iâm not from around here, but i have a feeling that you arenât, either.  â
â well, if you could find a way to make time into your busy schedule, i think i would like to take you up on those lessons,  â he offered the ghost of a smile, â to be able to move so lightly on my feet would be beneficial.  â
misato-san /  grownupkiss¡:
    â i have LOTS of work to do, so please donât interrupt me       unless itâs something important âkay?â / @carminic
â  itâs not really urgent, more so . . . â he hesitated a little, crossing his arms over his chest and avoiding eye contact. ( it took courage to walk into her office, but now that he was finally hereâ sasaki was at a loss for words. )  â  ah, well, donât you think youâve been overworking yourself recently ? maybe a coffee would help . . . ?  â
new starter call because my last one got crowded and itâs overwhelming to look at. iâll be capping at ten MAX so i can deliver on all of them. specify which verse u want or itâll be random, thank u! âĽâĽ
"Come here, your hairs a mess."
â ah, shini-chanâ? what do you mean ? â self-conscious hands reached up to tentatively take a strand of his hair between his fingers, confusion drawing his eyebrows together. ( she wasnât wrong:  his hair was all in tufts and sticking out at random places, looking as though heâd just rolled out of bed. )  â . . . i thought the messy look was supposed to be in style, though.  âÂ
customer /  drylicu:
     âYou wonât believe what happened today! That spell I was trying to cast? It backfired! Now Iâm going to be hearing voices in my head for the next week. They wonât shut up!â The ramblings of a young witch were probably lost on the barista. However, the voices were loud and rampant. And no matter how she tried to drown them out, or what she did to drown them out, they simply became irate, and then in turn drove her positively crazy. Dramatically, she lets her had fall to the table before looking back up at the boy in the eyepatch.
     âI need coffeeâŚcan I have an iced vanilla coffee, please?â
( @carminic )
his eyelids fluttered for a moment in confusion, never before having a customer who began their order by first venting their frustrations over spell-casting. ( now there were voices in her head ? just what kind of SPELL was she trying to cast in the first place â? )  â oh, umâ of course,  â kaneki nodded quickly, realizing he had been standing there in silence, â iâll have it for you right away. â
he fumbled to leave the table and start working on the order. it was thankfully a slow day, so he returned in a timely fashion to place the finished drink in front of her, though paused for a moment. â if itâs alright, out of curiosity... do you mean to say that you know how to work real magic ? what sort of spell were you trying to cast ?  â Â
This is a callout post for @carminic @makirado and @youngscion
Cherry, Syd, and Billy are harassing me for saying the names of Tokyo Ghoul characters the wrong way. Iâm shaking as I write this post, the names are so hard to pronounce and I canât believe Iâm being bullied for something so small. BLoCC N RETORT!!!!Â
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wife her pls and thnx đđťđđđđđ
heâs already picking up tane bridal style and carrying her off.
( he plans to wife her. in fact, heâll do it right now! thanks!! )
( best friend )
     ââŚâ {/Nicole had assumed Kaneki wanted her to stay to walk home with him. Like they usually do together. Instead, her attention is brought from her phone, to the coffee placed in front of her. It was warm, it smelled delicious, and it had the cutest little design of a bomb on it. A cute little circle with a stem sticking out of it, which she assumed to be a fuse. Was Kaneki trying to tell her that his coffee was âthe bombâ? If so, it was absolutely adorable.
     Wait.
     WAIT.
     Itâs a pumpkin? WellâŚfor a moment, she thinks of sparing his feelings. But at the same time, he had asked for honestyâŚsoâŚ} âIâs a littleâŚround, ta be a pumpkin. Anâ kinda smooth too. I thoughâ iâ was a bomb aâ firsâ. âer maybe a melon.â
â whâ a bomb ? â though he had asked for honesty, kaneki hadnât thought his attempt to be that poor ! fretting hands reached for the coffee cup and lifted it into the air for him to observe closer, brows drawing together as he stared at the foam details. â ... jeez, now that iâm looking at it... it kind of DOES look like a bomb. thatâs not very autumn themed, is it ?  â
he sighed with a heavy heart and placed the cup back on its saucer.  â uhm, well, if it isnât too much to ask for... could you also try it ? itâs supposed to be pumpkin spice, and i would hope i at least got that right...  â