❦ lαυɢнιɴɢ doɢ

“Mm? Oh no… No. Quite the opposite– I’ve always been told that I’m the least they’d expect of that bunch is what I mean.” A casual wave of the hand, brushing away the misunderstanding. “So… that’d make you the minority, isn’t that right?”

your silence doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Oh… No, no. I’d never want to disrupt someone else’s life– that’d be terribly rude. It’s got me thinking, though… It’s unfortunate that you’re the only one thinking that, is all.”

we can fix that. where’s the nearest hardware store?

@quirofiliac

{ ✔ “A fair share. We may not hold as many books as some of the bigger stores, but we have plenty to offer.”

       After high school, Masashi had begun to train himself out of his nervous habits. For the most part, he had been successful. No more fidgeting, no more sweaty palms, no more nail-biting. At this moment, as he watched the customer, his hands lay folded on the counter, perfectly still yet relaxed. His smile was practised but not forced, his entire demeanour professionally pleasant. The perfect employee.       This man, on the other hand, seemed very much like the perfect customer. Masashi tended to enjoy this type: plain, with simple desires that could be easily satisfied, good at small-talk. On top of that, this one clearly took very good care of himself; everything about him was impeccable, from his dress shoes to his perfectly manicured nails, something Masashi knew to appreciate. It made even the skeletal-like face look almost appealing.

       Unfortunately, it just so happened that Masashi had an excellent sense of smell.

          Rovdyr&&JEGER — WOLF REMAINS SILENT FOR A WHILE as if letting their mocking behaviour sink in, only for a smile to appear (although hidden behind the mask). “I guess I am!” Perhaps it was also the fact that allies were very important in a ward like this one, and therefore making good connections with ghouls they came across was of vital importance. Even if it meant not being entirely truthful about the situation.

Raven shifts slightly in the back. Having only a single arm means that if the ghoul turns out to be dangerous, he has only half the defence Wolf might have– especially considering that both their kagune match this system as well, so Raven keeps his distance, not mingling in the conversation, just warily watching. 

Wolf laughs a light, charming sort of laugh and holds his hand out to them, not to take their food but to shake their hand instead. “We will share with you also if we manage to get our hands on food as well~” He offers, trying to make the idea of allyship with them more appealing than it might’ve been earlier. “Us ghouls have to work together when we can to survive, don’t we?” He adds, attempting to show solidarity as he does. 

{ ✔ His gaze briefly flits to Raven, who seems more wary than his overly friendly companion. The caution is somehow reassuring --- it makes him much a lot easier to read than Wolf. Desperate? Perhaps. But not for this rotting corpse.

      Laughing Dog cocks his head at the outstretched hand. The irritation bubbling up at the gesture is out of habit, but nevertheless quickly squashed when he realises what he should have realised immediately: these ghouls are foreigners. It doesn’t make him trust them any more, but at the very least it will make him consider being slightly more forgiving. Even so, he does not shake the hand. He doesn’t need anyone. This offer, while appealing on the surface, is unlikely to benefit him in the long run. If they get caught, they might very well end up dragging him down with them, intentionally or not. 

       Us ghouls have to work together to survive. (How idyllic.) The phrase makes him think of the ghouls he has killed, either for their flesh or because they were in his way or a combination of the two, and it wrenches another laugh from him. He moves to stand, drawing himself up to his full height, letting the corpse slip down to the concrete of the roof as he does so, and steps back.

how uncalled for

           Rovdyr&&JEGER — AS THEY VISIT THEIR REGULAR HAUNTS, the wolf pauses when he scents a source of food, a corpse, so to say. As was usual for them, the taller, more build one heads in front, while the other lingers behind, studying, watching. Emil approaches the stranger, moving to crouch beside them, seemingly entirely unguarded aside form the mask that still covered his features. “Hi there~” He says in a sing-song tone. “Do you mind if we share?”

William lingers a few steps behinds, position showing how guarded he felt, arms folded in front of him, and remains silent, not trying to approach. 

{ ✔ Laughing Dog usually kept to himself for a variety of reasons, including cannibalism. He regards the unexpected company with wary silence, ready yet reluctant to act. The decaying corpse will sustain him for at least two weeks --- he’d rather not waste energy on fighting ghouls when he’s already got a meal.

      The easiness with which Wolf approaches him is almost unsettling, (no, not almost. it’s just unsettling.) and for a moment Laughing Dog considers killing him on the spot just to be safe, already thinking about how he might be able to take out the two in one blow to save himself some trouble, but then he laughs. It’s an ugly, raspy laugh, fitting the ugly, raspy voice that comes shortly after.

“Are you that desperate?”

     ❝I’ll take that as a compliment. Ahaha, you sure ain’t changed a bit. Good to see you’re still alive n’ kickin’. Was thinkin’ the CCG got rid of you and turned your quinque into a weapon. What a shame, what a shame that would’ve been.❞

      ❝BEEN A LONG TIME, Gramps. Did’ja miss me?❞