He's always wondered what it was like to be a human.
Like every ghoul who wasn't blessed like Kaneki and had the years of mortal life behind him, there was always a thought in mind of what it was like to be different, to not crave or eat human flesh. Though the power and freedom of being inhuman was strong and the life it wielded could be fascinating to its own degree, everyone found sooner or later they'd wish that they weren't who they were, but a normal person in a world full of those who weren't monsters. After all, it was easier to say you were human and proud of it than to pretend and constantly pray that one day there would be a cure to your disease that wasn't a disease at all, but a mutation in the eyes of man.
Strange how wishing upon a falling star could sometimes come true, no?
To be frank, he wasn't sure he could trust these potions. While it seemed as if they were fine to those who were taking them and nothing but silly gags came out of it, there was no denying that the elixirs were generally made for humans. If he were to put something in his body that was made for a species he wasn't, he might get sick, possibly even die on spot if it were as strong as he was surveying. But still. Did it matter? He'd passed on before, as vague as it was to him- so there was always a gamble that he might come back, right? Even then, perhaps he was thinking too far into it. If there was a brew made to change any subject that took it into the basic form of mankind, then surely he, as a ghoul, could take it too, right? He could only find out if he were to actually use it.
And so, he would.
Through a hesitant sigh and parted lips, he'd drain the contents down his throat and wait. Like an impatient child waiting for their birthday, he'd glance at his watch every few seconds, eagerly, nervously. What would happen if it worked? Would sparks fly and his body explode into new flesh and blood? Would he be reborn and time skip to bring him where he was today? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what happened with these sort of situations. All he wanted to do was find out. To see what it was like to be fragile. To not bear the burden of a title feared by so many.
For about five minutes or so, he sits; wasting his time away in the middle of the cafeteria as he begins to regret his decision. He'd been foolish to think anything could possibly work and transform him into the true identity of what the definition of man was. He'd been moronic to think the bear would actually give his kind a utensil to use to experience something they only dreamed about. Shame on him. He knew better than to be so childish with his imagination.
So he gets up, eyes downcast to the floor as a hand reaches around his backside and pushes itself into the pocket of his pants. Disappointment is a strong feeling with him today as he begins to leave the area, and if he's never quite felt it in such a velocity before. That is, of course, until he passes something. A table of some sorts, draped with a white cloth and covered with placements of a delicious aroma served on shining, silver platters.
He's never smelled something so divine, so tasteful. Even with the highest standards of food he takes prey upon, such as Sasuke or Yuma, he can't even compare such a scent to. It's so fresh. So warm. So inviting and..ah..mouth watering. He wants it, no, needs it. The hunger that dwells in his stomach akin to that of a truck hitting a poor bystander cannot be contained anymore. He hasn't eaten in what seems like ages, decades. He has to do so now, even if he figures it will all be in vain and taste completely disgusting.
A hand reaches to a piece of something and he inspects it, bringing to his face to marvel his gaze over it. A crispy layer is on the outside, golden and wafting off a pleasurable smell that forces his jaws open. While he's unsure about if he should even do it, he does so anyway; forcing what is labeled 'fried chicken' between his teeth and onto his tongue.
Heartbeat. Breath. Inhale. Exhale. Heartbeat.
"DWWWWWWWWAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Vocals instantly bursting into a screech and bits of crumbles from the food spraying from his mouth, he shrieks in delight; unable to hide his enthusiasm. The food. It tastes..it tastes GOOD. Great! Magnificent and excellent! In fact, it's better than what he's used to, and much more slimy, more tender, less stringy and moist. He can't stop here. There's no way he can, and no ability to control himself as he bites into it again, this time ripping the flesh from bone with a head jerk back. The beastly way to eat, he knows, but there's no plausible way to care right now. Whether someone be watching him or not, he feels as if he's been taken to a new realm, a different universe if you will. Like the colors of blue and white combining to make a brighter shade, he's heavenly, a choir of charm soaring through the air as more and more is consumed.
"E 'COSI BELLO!!" Munch, munch, munch. "MORE! MORE!" Crunch, crunch, crunch. "WHO HAS MADE SUCH DELICACY UPON THIS EARTH THAT NO MAN OR WOMAN HAS EVER PREPARED SO PERFECTLY BEFORE?!" Whilst he shouts and continues to cram piece after piece down his throat, he throws his body around; pride beaming across his face and happiness shuddering down his spine. Though it may seem insane to any wandering eyes witnessing a man trying fried chicken for the first time, to him; it's just a joy he's now gotten to experience. Bless the potion and bless the cook who made it possible for a ghoul to inhale something he'd never thought he'd enjoy.
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