London was, in many ways, a good deal like Tokyo. They were both the capitol cities of their respective nations, and they never seemed to sleep. There were also abundant dark, twisting alleyways a ghoul could comfortably hide and hunt in, no matter the time of day or night. Even someone who was equally used to walking in the broad light of day, such as Eto herself -- rather, Sen Takatsuki -- could blend in and hide in plain sight if they so wished. Still, when it came to hunting, Eto preferred a degree of privacy (when she wasn’t indulging her exhibitionist tendencies, of course).
This evening was one of those times, the petite author contentedly covered in viscera and gore, blood dripping from slender fingers and splattered across her body. However, the pretty half-ghoul wasn’t alone for long. It seemed she had indeed attracted attention, though the scent wafting off the beautiful creature was neither entirely human, or was it at all like a ghoul. (Somehow, the beautiful redhead had managed to find the elusive point where Eto’s nearsightedness ended and before her farsightedness began.) Batting her lashes coyly, the green-haired woman offered her new companion a smile.
“It’s rude to watch a lady while she’s eating~” she teased with a flirtatious giggle.
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