the presence is announced. like one knows the sun will fall and the moon will rise. a shadow in the absence of light. he’s not panicking, not yet. teeth are bared and he releases the smallest of hisses, taking a step back. he’s met demons before, but this is no peaceful meeting - the ill-intentions have him guarded, strained, and he’s eyeing the space around them, looking for means of escape. it’s best not to fight what he doesn’t know, not if he can help it. he lunges to the side of a building, grabbing at a metal ladder and tossing himself up. the soles of well-built boots stomp hard against the cement, and he easily crosses from one roof to the next. they’re darting, brushes of quick wind, when kaneki’s foot catches, and he’s off by the smallest second, the smallest step— and it’s that easy. elongated fingernails grip the skin at his throat, bring his head back with the strength of a single yank. there’s something crawling into his mouth and the ghoul feels sickened, perturbed, assaulted as his top right canine is ripped from his gums, the abrupt flood of blood filling his mouth, diving along his tongue. he chokes, startled, and lets out a pained growl whilst pushing himself from the other’s hold. it’ll grow back, and the agony is not the worst, but the emptiness in its spot leaves him uncomfortable and angry.
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