twistedxworld wants a starter!
Kaneki’s putting his jacket on and getting ready to walk out into the autumn chill when that dove comes in. for a moment, everything locks up--kaneki’s palms start sweating, and he can feel his heart hammering in his throat. would the dove recognise him? could the dove recognise him? granted, his mask covered up so much of his face, and what was showing when he wore the mask, he left covered up now, but--but oh no, he had spoken, what if the dove knew his voice--
So he squeaks softly and ducks his head down low, pressing himself to the nearest corner, watching for a moment as he almost hears the whisper of rize in his ear, to attack, to get this thing out of his place, if he’s so strong, go on, kaneki--
Oh god, is he watching? He probably is; everybody probably is; kaneki can feel it, he’s making such a scene and--he bolts to the door, accidentally running into the man, and stuttering out a rather loud, “i-i’m sorry!” and skidding to a stop.