Le Café Noir
kaneki-k
It was a pale thread of melancholy that he followed through doors. Cold fingers pressed forth and breath collected as ghosts upon his lips. Tsukiyama casually let himself into the building through the back entrance. No bell sang to announce his arrival - nor did the door betray his presence as it slipped shut behind him. Soundless footfalls crossed the threshold, falling into an ever familiar pattern. It was a simple habit - one that he had grown used to over the recent months. The warmly lit interior often sported a cozy atmosphere with the presence of Kaneki's little band of ghouls. But today... Today it was an exasperate sigh that brushed his expression as he tugged the collar of his jacket a little looser. As cheerless a greeting awaited him within as without upon the ashen powder of skyline. Long chairs lay abandoned, the halls devoid of sound or life - or light, for that matter. The room was dark, forcing him to search along the surface of the wall for the light-switch. Hmph. Even with the light on, it was still a joyless atmosphere. It wasn't as though no one was in - although absent from the room, Tsukiyama could place Kaneki's scent amongst the blend of then and now. One's aroma - especially one as unique as Kaneki's - was easily detectable by both memory and potency when in proximity. He stole across the floor, deciding that he would pay Kaneki a visit directly. Without hesitation - for he was rarely one prone to such things - Tsukiyama rapped the back of his knuckles against the smooth wooden surface of his door. "... Kaneki~?"