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[gurume-guru]

     "K-Kaneki-kun..."

     These are the only times he stirs. His eyes flutter open, only to release the tears that have collected there. He isn't lucid, but he knows nothing has changed. Tsukiyama shuts his eyes again, just to see his face again.

     The only thing he hopes is that the imagery is not distorted, as it so often is.

[gurume-guru]

     "Nothing tastes... good."

     Tsukiyama sipped his coffee once more. 

          There was no flavor, no hunger sated.

               || What a peculiar lack of feeling. ||

[gurume-guru]

|| L o s t . & . H i d d e n ||

     He thought hearts were only organs human's needed to survive and fine snacks for ghouls. Why did his feel so b r o k e n. 

     Tsukiyama knew he could not feel this way over a meal.

          What was worse is he didn't know he could feel this way at all.

               He felt l o s t. 

     Maybe he could lose more, but in a book. A healthier distraction.

     His feet carried him subconsciously to a corner book shop that he had visited many times before. Why had he even left the estate? With a heavy sigh and a sad expression, he entered. Had he really anything better to do?

    || Not these days. . . ||

     Amongst the shelves, he paced aimlessly. Tsukiyama did not even glance at them, no spine really said 'read me.' Amongst the smell of freshly bound pages, a perplexing scent caused him to regain temporary focus.

     With furrowed brows, mouth slightly agape in utter confusion, he looked down at the person who would have otherwise run directly into.

     "Pardon."