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mxsuterii:

         “Yeah, figures you’d agree with that pissstain.”

            & with another sigh, he leans back against the             door of his room. Arms, crossed. Noro listens to              whoever is considered the ‘ highest ‘ of the lot, and             since Eto is so lassie-fariez with her rule, it’s             usually up to Tatara to dictate what the other executives             do - in this case, they choose to leave her behind.

                 …at least, most of them do.

          “…she can’t just stay there. If nothing else, we can’t                deny how valuable her skills are. The hell else                are we going to find somebody like that?”

     Noro’s hand retracts back to his side when      he realizes that Ayato wouldn’t let this matter      go. It’s a wonder to him. Ever since the boy      was pulled into the tree, he hardly showed      any signs of caring about others. But now he      can see that changing, and it’s weird. Even      threats from Tatara aren’t having much effects      on the boy’s behavior. Again, Noro shakes his      head. Skills like those could easily be replaced      with enough training and maybe experimentation.

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Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ text ] : hungry[ text ] : feed me

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text Send ✘ for an unsent text Send ☠ for a threatening message Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message Send ♣ for a drunk message

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is no one talking about how Noro is a queen bc

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mxsuterii:

          “Noro…”

               But, it’s no use to tell him otherwise; besides, Noro only                wanted to see Ayato lift out of his mood. 

                    A sigh. He closes his eyes and lets the elder man                     do as he sees fit. Venting, into the atmosphere.

             “…we need to get her back, before it’s…too late…”

     Like a doll, he stands there without moving for      moments. Finally, his hand moves again on the      young executive's head, this time going in a      circular motion. He misses that girl too. It was      noticeable that the Tree’s a little less lively      without her. But as of now, there’s nothing they      could do. Tatara said no. And Noro shakes his      head ever so slightly.

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*picks up a human* what the fuck? *shakes it a little* what the fuck?

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mxsuterii:

         THE GESTURE IS NOT unfamiliar; why, just the act of that palm           pressing against his scalp reminds him of younger days.

               And, by extension, it reminds him of Hinami. This only                makes him sigh once more as amethyst hues examine                 the taller.

         “Oi…I’m not fourteen. It doesn’t…work like that anymore…”

     He’s about to retract his hand, but he stops      himself. Ayato’s known for being brash and      keeping to himself, not to mention this has      happened before. So the hand remains, and      Noro gently moves his hand to pat the exec-      utives head. He didn’t like seeing anyone in      the Tree sad.

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tataraxx:

    THE Aogiri Leader glanced over his shoulder, prompted by a small     tug of his white sleeve, revealing the larger form of Noro. He stared     at his silent partner’s mask. Noro usually only tugged on his sleeve     in such a way when he was hungry or had something to say. It had     been several days since the silent ghoul had outside, if the Aogiri     Leader could take a guess, he would suspect it was the FORMER.

                   ❝ What is it Noro? Are you hungry?❞

     His head nods and he lets his arm retract back      to his side. Once again, letting silence linger for      a few moments, waiting for Tatara to speak again.      He was glad that the other leader had gotten used      to how he replaced words with actions. Just so he      didn’t have to go to Eto all the time for her to figure      out what he wanted, only, it was faster. But now      Tatara had a keen sense on what Noro inquires.

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Noro leans down, his mask brushing against the side of the other leader's face, messing up the white hair just a bit. He's heard what day it was, albeit he didn't know it this was the correct way to /celebrate/ it.

NORO, TATARA, AND NATIONAL KISS DAY

THE Aogiri Leader looks up as a shadow suddenly looms over him, being greeted with the sight of Noro leaning down towards him, until the front of Noro’s mask brushed against the side of his face and got slightly caught in his hair. What was he doing? It was almost as if the silent ghoul was attempting to kiss his cheek. The Aogiri Leader stiffened and then relaxed when he realized what day it was. That ridiculous National Kiss day where some person in history saw fit to dedicate a day for people have a  reason to share and spread their saliva with others. Tatara had no interest in such a thing. However, Noro could be oddly affectionate at times and influenced by things like this. Tatara sighs quietly then simply nods against his silent partner’s mask and says,

❝Yes. Thank you Noro.❞ 

{{He understands the gesture. It would be best not to correct him.He would have to keep Noro away from Eto for the rest of the day.}}

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tataraxx:

RED eyes remained steadily on the other, calmly observing Noro’s body language and waiting for a confirmation or denial as he often did when speaking with his silent fellow leader. A nod was given. It was as he expected then. This clock was one Noro kept with him often for the larger Aogiri Leader placed great importance on punctuality and completing his orders on time. It was one of the reasons Noro was one of the most reliable members in the organization and something Tatara appreciated and respected about the other ghoul. His eyes returned to the clock again. The damaged glass over the surface would not be fixed simply as the broken glass would need to be replaced and damage was probably inflicted to the inner workings as well. The Chinese Aogiri Leader looked up at him again and held out the clock to give back to Noro.

❝  This is beyond my ability to fix immediately. It will need to be taken to a shop to be repaired. It would be simpler to replace it. However, you do not wish get a new one, do you, Noro?❞

     Arms once again outstretch to take back the      broken clock, examining it again while its in      his hands. His head lifts back up to stare at      the other Aogiri leader. It was almost if Noro      grew a sad expression that seeped through      his mask as Tatara spoke. Getting a new      clock was something he wouldn’t mind, but      he doubts that there are much places that      sell these kinds of clocks anymore. And      these type of clocks were ones he’s taken      a great liking too. They were easy to carry      around and were also easy to read. His head      slowly shakes as a response, his hair also      swaying from side to side.

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tataraxx

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TATARA calmly gazes forward as the larger, silent Aogiri Leader approaches him and stands before him. The Chinese Ghoul says nothing and WAITS. He has worked with Noro long enough to tell when his partner has something he wishes to convey. He glances down as the others arm wordlessly extends, snow white eyebrows raising almost imperceptibly. A CLOCK. The one NORO constantly carried around. Tatara took the dark object, his long pale fingers silently grasping the BROKEN clock and tilting it around in his hand, cold red eyes examining the damage. The glass over the surface was CRACKED. He presses a button. Nothing happens. The digital TIME no longer displays on the SCREEN. Hm. His eyes return up to the others. He does not ask how it broke. It is more effective to ask Noro yes or no questions the other could simply nod in answer to. Tatara could guess what the silent ghoul wanted. Noro was quite PARTICULAR about time.

{{For good reason.}}

❝  You want me to fix this, Noro?❞

     How the clock had managed to brake      is something he would never give an      answer to. And for he never speaks      he can’t. Albeit he doesn’t feel fear      when asking Tatara for anything.      Mostly anything. To him, the Chinese      male was calm. A tranquil person in      the tree compared to anyone else.      Which is why he doesn’t hesitate      when nodding, a one motion gesture.      The clock was important to him. He      used it often, his timing for completing      orders and the like near perfect.

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F E R V O R ;; Txck

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sanguinumlingua:

╱╳█┊█◠✗ᴘ✗ʀ✗ᴀ✗ᴇ✗ғ✗ᴜ✗ʀ✗ɴ✗ɪ✗ᴜ✗ᴍ✗◠█┊█╳╲ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ ● The pros of having an underling with the ●                    capabilities of the gluttonous ghoul ●                    beside him were quite simple, ●                    he was someone who would ●                    probably not stab him in the back ●                    as an infamous saying refers to ●                    betrayal.  However, Noro was ●                    reminiscent to a labyrinthine ●                    system who would not be able to ●                    function on its on unless specific ●                    commands were inputted into its ●                    hard drive - even then it was prone ●                    to have errors.

●                    Yet Noro was a sentient being - ●                    ●                    " I will inform you ●                    when you ought to go. “ ● With such said, he turned around in a sedate ●                    motion, his back presenting itself ●                    to the cities in the distance as he ●                    proceeded to advance towards the ●                    stairs. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– ╲╳█┊█◠✗ᴘ✗ʀ✗ᴀ✗ᴇ✗ғ✗ᴜ✗ʀ✗ɴ✗ɪ✗ᴜ✗ᴍ✗◠█┊█╳╱  

     Again, he doesn't quite understand his      words, and he slightly tilts his head.      This only happens from time to time,      but he can only hope that he can      inference what they mean; the strange      phrases that he thinks to be of olden      languages. It wasn't modern. Not the      same way the executives spoke. His      head returns to its normal position and      he opts to head in the opposite direction,      his own heels clicking against the      wooden floor towards where he usually      waits. Briefly, he takes out his clock      and glances at the numbers before      putting it back.

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tatarax:

The Aogiri leader had been a few minutes early because meeting with Eto to go over the plan for later and today had not taken very long. But he had confidence Noro would be ready anyhow. The silent ghoul was almost religious about punctuality and time. And had probably been ready to go already. As Tatara expected, a moment after he called him, the silent Aogiri leader was opening the door and joining him in the hall, at attention and waiting for orders. Tatara nodded at him and began walking down the hall, trusting Noro would follow as he went over the plan for the day with him.

❝ Eto and I have already met. As I told you yesterday Noro, you and I will be going out for a mission while Eto watches over things here. You have had adequate rest I hope? ❞

     Footsteps sounded as he began to trail      behind the other Aogiri leader the moment      he had moved. His own footsteps created      creaking noises with the wood beneath him,      which was most likely due to how much he      weighed. So it was with Tatara. His thoughts      goes through all of the things he thinks that      the other will tell him soon enough. Though,      he could already phantom that he’ll be having      a large meal today. Anyone who got in their      way would become food for Noro. In response      to the other’s question, Noro nods his head,      causing his tied up hair to bounce just a little.

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tatarax:

Tatara watched the silent Aogiri leader turn towards his quarters to rest, following his orders to the letter like always. It was one thing he valued about Noro. And whereas the Aogiri leader’s silence may put others off, Tatara appreciated not needing to have needless conversation, allowed to remain in his thoughts and think over his plans, or simply not think at all. The next day, he would be need Noro to be well rested because there was much instructions that Tatara needed his fellow leader ghoul to memorize and follow as Noro’s part in the upcoming plan would be vital to their success when the next stage of the plan commenced. Tatara quickly finished up his own corpse and returned his mask to his face before heading to his own sleeping quarters to rest. The next morning after briefly meeting with Eto. The Aogiri leader stood outside Noro’s door and knocked.

❝ Noro. It is time to go. ❞

     In a flash, the door to the room opened      and Noro walked out, the door automatically      closing behind him. He had already been      waiting for a short amount of time for Tatara      to come. Which meant that Tatara was earlier      than expected. Needless to say, Noro was      still ready. In the silence, he waits until      Tatara speaks or moves so he would be      able to listen or follow along behind the      other. Noro ponders if he’ll have to wait      with Eto until the mission starts, or he’ll      either be paired up with Tatara or Ayato.

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eto and noro omake in vol. 12

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in which noro is inexplicably really cute????

crappy english trans under the cut

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minimalism + tokyo ghoul ↳ aogiri tree

[windylie]

aaaaaa final finished !!! noro with tatara forever!!!!Just like baymax with hiro ,well  that only my  imagination =V=   i only want to draw some cute thing about aogiri QWQ. how i wish sui draw more tatara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

照例是自己的吐槽，真的隔了很久才画 。喰种第二季也结束了，我画了不少 但是暂时就不放这么多图了.. 虽然结束了第二季！！但是我会一定会一直等多多良的！！无论是刀子还是糖啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！