KANEKI LAUGHED LIGHTLY, eyes smiling warmly at the red-head as his head tilted to the side. Like the playful half-ghoul he was, even in a moment like this, Eyepatch didn’t manage to find it in himself to face reality. His mind was elsewhere, thinking about the good rather than the bad in their circumstance.
SLOWLY, he removed his hands from Zenjiro’s biceps, taking a wobbly step back to assess the human. ’ N O T A S C R A T C H . . . I’M SO GLAD... ‘ He exhaled in relief, another chuckle escaping the paling lips, white eyebrows arching in gratitude to a higher power.
HE MANAGED TO PROTECT HIM. Kaneki almost thought that he got involved a little too late, that things... That he would - That -
KOFF KOFF KOFF - the half-ghoul coughed up sprays of bile and blood on the ground beneath their legs. Blackened nails hovered above the gaping hole that took out most of his and just nearly reached the spine. His kakuhou was blown over... Could something like this even mend? N O M A T T E R , after all...
“Hahah... Yeah.......” He had to agree, stumbling back another couple steps. “There’s no C H E A T I N G my way out of this one.” Kaneki started coughing again from having laughed at their little inside-joke.