we need never be ashamed of our tears

[Naki // 22 // Ghoul // Enforcer] {sibyl city}

[nakunaki]

{ inferiority complex // naki + kaneki }

Naki couldn’t help it. He knew it was childish and a waste of time, but something always compelled him to seethe at those he saw studying. It’s not like he was /completely/ illiterate, he could write his name just fine.

It was one thing when humans studied, that was normal, expected. But when ghouls studied, Naki would stew in annoyance. What was the point of a ghoul to study, to go to a human filled school and trudge through that work? Sure, building bonds and then eating them sounded fun but to pretending to be one of them? It made him sick.

Or so he thought, to keep himself from crying.

What really got Naki about the sight of someone holding a book was a feeling of mystery, of being left out. How could those marks on paper make somebody laugh, cry, /feel/? How could they form beautiful movies inside someone’s head?

And so Naki couldn’t help himself as he stormed up to what he deemed a college student, first drawn by his ghoul like scent. But as he got closer, this book reading stranger smelled more human. Although caught somewhat off guard, Naki continued his attack. A subtle hip check to the table cause a precarious cup of coffee to teeter and spill, causing deep brown rivulets to start and onslaught towards the student’s papers.

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[antiquesong]

"Mmm." A lazy stretching of arms and back towards the sky created a lazy contentment in the moment of quiet. Kotone allowed herself a yawn behind a polite hand, leaning against a wall with a bag of groceries hooked around her arm. One moment to collect herself, to reestablish her position between grocery and restricted world, gave way to her usual habit of observation. Passing people with their families glanced at her, attention attracted by her unusual attire and deflected once stares lowered enough to catch sight of her tracker. Curiosity turning to a reasonably driven fear, they began to walk faster, ushering their pointing children away from her. 

Blinking, she sported a slight frown at the reactions as she rarely elicited such. Only when she shifted her attention from the crowd to the man a distance from her did she realize why she had been feared. Two Enforcers in one location was not something people usually gawked at. They were the dogs of society and a part others wished not to see. Hearing his musing, Kotone stiffened, shoulders rising slightly in surprise.

Rummaging through her bag, the plastic crinkling with the movement, she walked over to him and presented him a Seafood Sandwich. His statement was disturbing but Enforcers became Enforcers for criminal reasons. In a way, it was normal. What she didn’t want, however, was to leave him hungry. “I-I don’t quite think we are allowed to do that but I guess it depends on your Inspector. For now, would this suffice? It’s sweet but you can eat it, if you’d like.”

[nakunaki]

Naki nearly jumped at the voice directed at him. It was unusual for people to talk to him, especially normal citizens. He could tell they wanted to jeer at him and poke fun at his status, but Naki also knew they were aware that it might raise their crime coefficient to talk to him, so they satisfied themselves with a condescending glance.

But, noting her tracker, Naki calmed somewhat. He narrowed his eyes at the sandwich thrust in his face, his nose crinkling as the smell wafted towards him. "You expect me to eat that shit--"

Naki paused, seeing the earnest look in the girl's eyes. It was so kind and thoughtful, he could feel a lump growing in his throat. "Aw shit." Tears lined his bottom lashes, which he absently wiped away before taking the sandwich and breaking off a piece."I-- uh, thanks. Yeah." Naki stared at the bit of food in his hand, starting to sweat as he brought it to his mouth. It was utterly disgusting, like a dirty kitchen sponge smeared with slimy sewage coated rubber. Naki tried to chew and swallow it, to show he was grateful for the offer, but as soon as the mass passed his tonsils and slid only a small ways down his throw, he doubled over and hacked it up onto the ground. "F-fuck, I.." Naki frowned harshly. He looked at the other somewhat apologetic.

"As you can see, I can't really eat...stuff like that."

[nakunaki]

Naki fidgeted as he sat, leg bouncing, eyes darting. He tried to steady his breathing but he was constantly bombarded with intrusive, defiant thoughts. What kind of fucked up system was this? Why did he have to be treated like some dog? Sure, he'd committed a few crimes, but that was only because he was a ghoul, right? Ghouls were automatically suspicious so of course he was prone to break the law.. 

He huffed an pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and slipped one out. Breathing it in, he grimaced. They tasted like shit, but a habit was a habit.

"Jeeeeez, when is there gonna be some action?" Naki threw his head back in irritated frustration, then an idea popped into his head. "Oh.. I wonder if we'll be able to eat the criminals whose crime coefficients are too high...Man, then this job would be work it." 

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(( lmao my theme is so gross rn....i'll change it soon.... ))

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