Does ANYONE know where that video is where hide is trying to tell kaneki how his name is pronounced and kaneki pronounces it like hyde
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Does ANYONE know where that video is where hide is trying to tell kaneki how his name is pronounced and kaneki pronounces it like hyde
ayato and idk fuckin.............kaneki or smth
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“Ayato you don’t need to keep overreaching. You’ve grown tall enough already.”
0% sure if this is even possible 100% sure he would try
killstain:
“uwaah, stop that…!” there’s a whine in her voice as she bats his hand away, face scrunched up in irritation. “you made me lose my place! i was just getting to the good part.” petulantly, she slams the manga shut in favor of adjusting the hair he’d so rudely decided to pull on. the scene is strangely domestic for two dangerous criminals on the run, if you ignore the bloodstains on himiko’s cardigan. “i’m not really into setting fires…that’s more dabi’s thing.” she rocks from side to side, hair swaying with the motion. “maybe you couuuuld…let me paint your nails or something. hehe….” @ukhaku cont. x
❛ hah ? paint my nails ? ❜ he extends his arms away from his face and examines the back of his hands scrupulously, noting the dirt in the crevices of his nails and the scratches along his fingers. it’s gross, but he figures his lifestyle is bound to yield such unhygienic results. regardless, it matches his facade, though he could see black nails pairing quite nicely as well. ❛ i guess, but only if you have black. i’m not into that cutesy shit like you are. ❜ why does she carry around nail polish on the run anyway ? he figures that perhaps it would be best not to ask.
@yctsume !
❛ ahh ... fuck ... hi - hinami ? ❜ he says quietly, attempting to keep his voice level and calm. tentatively, he backs away from the wall upon which rests a house centipede. he grabs the nearest weapon -- a shoe, and brandishes it as if he is truly planning to attack the helpless creature. thereafter, it begins crawling away. shit. ayato can witness excessive carnage unflinchingly and ruthlessly slaughter his enemies without a second thought, yet he can’t face a bug in the house ? what kind of ghoul is he ? ❛ hinami ... HINAMI ! please hurry ! ❜
" when there's smoke, there's fire, and when they find the fire, it's too late for them. " ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) tg au? tg au
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❛ deep shit, huh ? it’s a fucking cigarette. you don’t have to get all philosophical on me, jeez. shit gives me a fucking headache, ❜ he chides with a click of the tongue, pressing it between his lips and taking a drag. thereafter, he holds the cigarette out to her and nods persuasively. ❛ that’ll calm you down, swear. try it. i’ll let you keep it, i’ve got a whole pack. ❜ he won’t mention that he doesn’t like to share germs; it’s not really generosity. ❛ maybe it’ll shut you up, too. ❜
12 or 14 heh
mood 12: playful & 14: bored / accepting
❛ oi, himiko - chaaan, ❜ he murmurs, rolling on his back to turn and face her. they’ve been hiding for days now – weeks, maybe, and though for the most part he’s adapted to the stifling atmosphere of the abandoned warehouse, ayato is growing quite restless. ❛ wanna go do something ? commit arson or some shit ? ❜ normally he wouldn’t suggest such an aimless and vapid crime, but murder is out of the question for a while, as they’re wanted on accounts of about seven. all deserving nonetheless, but the law doesn’t care, so they’re a pair of fugitives for the time being. he tugs at a loose strand of her hair in attempts to pull her attention from the shoujo manga she’s reading. ❛ are you listening, noodlehead ? i’m talking to you. ❜
me mumbling to myself while walking down the street at 2 am
at least ive got bones. at least ive got bones
‘ shut up ayato, you’re like 12 ‘
❛ i’m fourteen and a half. ❜
[eating a sandwich] This sandwich is so shitty and gay [afraid to express my true feelings and really thinks it’s an alright sandwich … ]
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"It ain't always about blood, guts, and murder you know."
❛ haaah ? ❜ he lilts, glancing over his shoulder to face the individual who is evidently audacious enough to question his motives. her aroma likens that of a ghoul, though he has never encountered her until tonight, as he hardly wreaks havoc upon the fourth ward. flickering street lights cast shadows across her face, dancing, and he evaluates her physique, determining that he’s not in any imminent danger. she’s older, undoubtedly, but ayato deems his youth an advantage against many opponents. they often underestimate his abilities, giving him the occasional but perpetually coveted upperhand. he fights because it is what he knows, because complacency is weakness, because running is futility. thus, combat is his only wish, his only desire, for that is the only means of survival in such a world as this. regardless of vain philosophy, it is his purpose, as it is with any ghoul: to kill, to eat ... to eat, to kill. putrefying viscera encompasses them within the alley, and ayato would be inclined to offer a grin of amusement if he weren’t so annoyed with the intrusion. if he weren’t so hungry, he would humor her, perhaps even offer her a piece. ❛ are you stupid ? don’t make me sick with some pacifist bullshit. i’d prefer to keep my dinner down. ❜