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"Do you not like the cold?" Well it wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was something, and with the intensity of the concentration that now plagued the other male’s thoughts, it would be surprising to an onlooker that he’d listened at all.
It was a full-face mask, and was only...
Warmth..? Comfort..? His hard gaze, full of nothing but concentration, softened almost immediately. He had been about to comment on the recommendation, but the boy's actions caused him to pause. Hesitate, even. It wasn't because what Choc had done was a bad thing, no, no, it was because it was the complete opposite. It was a nice gesture. Kind. Goodhearted, and aimed at a near-stranger, too. It was something Uta probably wouldn't have done, in the younger male's position. It was something almost none of the beings Uta had become aquatinted with would've done, either. Choc was a good person. The shop owner wasn't even half of that; he was a monster. That was an undeniable fact, and it wasn't exactly something he was entirely opposed to, either – Though this wasn't the time to be questioning morals.
An oblivious human was being sweet to a ghoul. It was practically comical.
This particular ghoul had grown so accustomed to fending for himself, that just the simple act of having a blanket placed over his shoulders had caught him off guard, in a peculiar way. He'd gotten into bad 'habits' far before becoming an adult, so being looked after was pretty much a foreign concept. This was something a parent would do to their child, a lover to their partner.. He didn't comment, though, only showing appreciation by gently pulling the fabric closer. The older male eyed the paint, before looking across at Choc. "Good choice. The customer that ordered this appeared to be a fiery individual, which would point to shades of red, but I have a feeling that his reasons for wanting the mask are far more.. Blue." He picked up a thin brush. "The colour also represents tranquility, wouldn't you say?" Deep thought was necessary, for even the tiniest detail in each mask tended to mean something. Uta wanted to make that clear.
Green eyes lazily pinpointed their preferred target, and the half-lidded side glance that had been almost immediately bestowed upon the human was… Well, it was something.
Not a bad something, either. "You took your time. I was starting to worry." Worry that the kid had broken...
"Do you not like the cold?" Well it wasn't exactly an answer, but it was something, and with the intensity of the concentration that now plagued the other male's thoughts, it would be surprising to an onlooker that he'd listened at all.
It was a full-face mask, and was only proving especially tricky because of the ghoul who'd ordered it; A young man who'd given Uta practically nothing to work with. The store owner was creative, sure, and could've probably come up with innumerable ideas for specific designs, colouring, textures, and everything in between, immediately, off the top of his head.
But this was different. With things like this, a reasonable amount of thought needed to be put into each detail. It was a special instance, in a way. Uta could just tell.
The tattooed ghoul was currently beyond oblivious to the human's inner turmoil, and most of the stranger's movements in general. He placed the mask down gently, before pulling one of the drawers underneath the desk open, rifling through it with little care – He obviously didn't mind leaving a mess, in this case. Two pots of paint were pulled out, and shortly after, he closed everything up again.
The older male suddenly turned to Choc, curiosity dusting his opaque features. "Red or blue?" He picked the mask back up, holding it where both he and the opposing individual could see it clearly. "For the mouth, mainly.." Uta traced a finger over the lips of the mask, practically caressing the work of art.. Though he was apparently lost in thought again. For such a simple question, the decision appeared to be causing problems.
Once again, Patricia found herself wandering. This time it was to a rock bar, of all places. The blaring music was more than enough for her, it seemed to drown out her thoughts, which was something that she needed right now. Things at home hadn't been so good since she'd discovered what was being plotted against her, but it didn't matter at that moment. She glanced over her shoulder, and spotted a young man. With rather piercing red eyes who just seemed to slot right into the place.. "Whoa.."
Uta was on his own, sitting solitarily in the corner of the room. As suspicious and introverted as it seemed, he appeared perfectly relaxed and indifferent to the surrounding people. He’d obviously only entered such a place for the music, not for socialising. The ghoul had momentarily taken his ‘sunglasses’ off, in order to clean the lenses. Everyone around him seemed far too preoccupied to notice his abnormal iris and sclera colouring, and even if a random drunkard glanced over, they would’ve probably just assumed that he was wearing some kind of cool new UV contact lenses.He was definitely not expecting to get stared at, straight in the eyes, by some unknown woman a mere few meters away.The tattooed male simply placed his aforementioned blacked-out glasses back on, and pretended it never happened; Hoping the stranger would do the same.
He smoothly retracted his hand after a moment, looking somewhat appreciative. He didn’t get human customers often, so her visit was something to look forward to.
"So, Patricia.. Do you.. Like this type of music?" When Uta puts effort into trying to further a conversation, you can tell he’s enjoying the company of the person he’s with. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing couldn’t be told, just yet.
"It’s loud, and it’s mostly angry at something. I love it.." She replied, feeling totally at home where she was. Much better than being in the opulent apartment that she usually busied herself in. "What about yourself, Uta?" She asked, before finally pulling herself into the opposite seat.
"Seeing as I don’t drink, what else would I be here for?" He mused, evidently not objecting to her decision to sit with him. There were a few other reasons he could be sitting in a place like this, admittedly. He could’ve been waiting to meet up with someone, or, of course, just be out to pick up girls.. But the fact that he was pretty secluded in this area said otherwise.
"Yeah, bad mistake on my part, Uta. You’re not going to let me go for that one, will you?" The woman replied with a smirk. "It’s better than being stuck at home, in any case. It’s nowhere near as fun, I suppose.. I’m waffling on, Uta. Sorry.." She said before starting to take in something else about him. Namely, the tattoos.. "Your ink.. It’s beautiful.."
"It's fine, Patricia," He gave a slight shrug, taking a nonchalant glance around. "And thank you." Uta looked back over at her again after a short moment, a minuscule smirk present on his features, countering her own. "Perhaps you'll have to let me design you a tattoo sometime."
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How about assuming Uta, Yomo, Tsukiyama are locked in the preson being deprived of food for almost 1 month and the only one infront of them is their crush how would they react ? Will they attack her and fill their hunger or will try to be strong?
This is… actually really tough to write about.
Uta: Uta would eat his crush. It’s a cruel and brutal thing to do, but at the same time, Uta also has no permanent or extensive emotional ties with this person. If he’d been in a relationship with her, his might react differently, but in the situation he’s in now, Uta knows he needs to live. And if that comes at the cost of another person’s life, someone he likes or not, so be it.
Yet, for some time afterwards, that uneasy sensation in his chest feels a whole lot like regret.
Yomo: Yomo would hold himself back. His work at Anteiku reflects his belief that ghouls shouldn’t hunt living humans for the safety of both species, but it really, really hurts and he’s really, really hungry. Despite the pain and ingrained aggression, Yomo would urge his crush to flee and find safety. The last thing he’d want is to attack them or anybody else.
Yomo would attempt to reach Anteiku for help, but it would be a harrowing and difficult journey when all he can think of is human flesh.
Tsukiyama: He would initially attack his crush in a moment of blind hunger, but once he realized what’s happen, he backs off at once, shocked by his own lack of control. By now his crush would have fled, perhaps injured, and Tsukiyama is torn between whether or not he should chase her down. He doesn’t want to eat her, but he’s also completely starved.
At the very last minute, if there was no other option, Tsukiyama would probably end up hunting his crush again. Whether or not somebody else intervenes and she survives would be something else entirely.