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"I see your fashion sense is just as questionable as ever.”

                           with a bit of a scoff, he looked his old friend over up and down,                            undeniably irked by their sudden encounter. "you still into that                            gourmet shit, or have you realized how embarrassing it is--?"

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 ”Well, this is kinda awkward… So, uh, how’ve you been?” 

                           the discomfort he felt threatened to overtake his expression, and                            norio forced it down, an enigmatic appearance on display as he                            spoke to a friend whose memory he'd failed to force away.

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               Ghoul but uncomfortable she was. Even                though she shared the same diet as the                 other, she still didn’t find herself much                accustomed to be witnessing blood of                 innocent civilians being spilled.

                  lately it seemed there was no end to the flow of people interrupting                   his meals, and much to his irritation, norio stood up, wiping at his                   blood-stained mouth with a displeased expression. a glance in the                   female ghoul's direction, and he found his blackened gaze set upon                   curled locks of amaranth pink. if she'd come across him at any other                   time, he'd have certainly fawned over such an unusual hairstyle, but                   but his focus was faded by the remaining traces of blood on his lips,                   kakugan unmasked as their eyes met.

"…Serious. [I’m serious.]"

                           it was a bit of a curse-- the desire to push his beliefs on others,                            such a thing induced by an almost familial connection he felt                            to other ghouls. although, it was not his place to instruct them                            through a transition into his own personalized lifestyle, and he                            knew this well. but regardless, he believed his way to be right--                            the most fulfilling way to live. speaking again with traces of                            perturbation to be seen within his expression, norio folded his                            arms, meeting her gaze head-on. "you shouldn't feel like its                            wrong to follow your instincts. we're a superior species. there's                            no point in feeling guilty about your own survival."

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"Mutation, huh?"  She too grinned and chuckled as her hand slid underneath her raven locks and with a simple push outwards, the hair that covered her face was moved and rested upon the back of her hand in which gave a clear visage to the other side of her face and to what anyone would see was just a normal girl but deep down she was a monster that always stained her hands with blood. “Does this answer your question?” As her inquiry was spoken, she moved her hand so that the hair fell back into place and then rested it on the table in front of her and leaned back just a little as the booth she sat it was comfortable yet her fixated gaze had yet to tear from the boy near her.  "The name’s Touka and just who are you?"

                           shifting his weight to the opposite leg, norio gave a quick sigh,                            crossing his arms with a pensive look. there weren't quite as                            many female ghouls as male, and typically unless they were                            the type to receive 'hand-outs,' their personalities weren't so                            amiable. he did appreciate the chance for conversation, and                            with the corners of his lips curled slightly upward, he gave the                            requested self-introduction. "hayashi norio. twenty years old,                            from the 14th ward." it was a bad habit of his to provide more                            information than needed alongside his name, and one he                            didn't care at all to change.

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"Kill, sin. [Killing is a sin]." she looked at him. "Guilt? [Didn’t you feel any guilt at all?]"

                           it didn't seem as though she were joking, which certainly left him                            questioning her sanity. (  though he had, in the past, encountered                            ghouls that pitied their prey, coming across a ghoul that deemed                            killing itself to be a sin was astounding  ). taking a moment to                            collect himself, norio looked to the girl with a skeptical gaze, his                            colorless eyes narrowing with every word. "if killing is a sin, then                            our existence is a sin."