IC Contact/Voicemail

[fatalissimo]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL]

Leave a message and I'll get right back to you! Ah, but be quick about it - after all, there's probably a good reason why I'm not around right now!

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

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[fatalissimo]

At least I know you're not expecting me to move a body or anything, given how things work around here.

[YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, JEEVES.]

[samsa]

[Well he's actually not coming down, because he's not even at the hotel right now. A few minutes after sending that text Kaneki walks in through the front doors and into the lobby with Rikki perched on his shoulder as usual. He's got his bag slung over his other shoulder along with another bag in his hand.

Of course the moment she sees Nonon the Zangoose starts up a low growl, but Kaneki ignores her as he makes his way over, holding the bag out to her before she can say anything.]

I went to the bookstore and, well...I picked up these on my way back. I thought you might like them.

[And inside said bag are a few different assorted candies, not much unlike the ones Nonon is usually eating when they've met down here before.]

[fatalissimo]

[...Oh. Well, that's...

Oh.

She'll just sort of headtilt at that before picking out a lollipop and wasting absolutely no time in sticking it in her mouth, good lord.]

You're going to make whatever girlfriend you end up getting happy as shit, you know that?

[...]

Thanks, though. You're good people, Jeeves.

[samsa]

[Kaneki grins slightly when Nonon reaches into the bag, putting it down on the table in front of her after she pulls her hand out before finding one of the nearby chairs to sit in.]

Ah...maybe someday...

...but you're welcome. You share with me all the time, so...I thought I would just return the favor.

[fatalissimo]

Well, you always eat them like Sakura Drops are the most fascinating thing you've ever seen, and if I didn't know any better I'd think you believed those squishy Hello Skitty things were a literal gift from God.

[Seriously, dude, you have A Lot Of Feelings About Food.]

And there's no need to be all shy about it. Unless you're looking for a boyfriend instead, in which case you'll probably make him happy as shit, too.

[samsa]

[...it's a good thing he didn't bring coffee back with him or something because he probably would have choked a little on it at that. Instead he just shifts in his chair, bringing a hand to his face with a weak chuckle.]

W-well...I don't know, it's...been a while since I've had a lot of sweets, so...

[Rikki snorts from Kaneki's shoulder, kneading her claws against the material of his shirt briefly before dropping her head onto them, keeping one eye on him and one eye on Nonon.]

[fatalissimo]

...You sick a lot back home or something?

[Nonon...does not seem to have worked out, in all her time here, that you can't just ask shit like that.]

[samsa]

[For a moment, Kaneki isn't exactly sure how to answer that. He glances down, thinking, as his hand wanders to his chin.]

...something like that.

[As he talks, he points to his left eye with his other hand, briefly.]

It...comes and goes. So I don't get to eat the things I usually do...quite so often.

[It isn't a total lie, but it's...not the truth, either.]

[fatalissimo]

Oh.

[She doesn't seem particularly fazed by that; if anything she's a little distant, maybe. Awkward...]

You're not dead, though, right? I tend to run into dead people and say all sorts of awkward shit, so we might as well get that out of the way.

[samsa]

Oh- no, no I'm not dead.

[Not dead yet...]

Things could be...better, but I am still alive.

[fatalissimo]

Join the club.

[She'll just kind of...leave that hanging there for a moment.]

Still alive is good, though, even if things suck. You can always get them to suck a bit less, you know?

[samsa]

[He nods, lowering his hands to let them rest in his lap.]

Yeah. It's much better than the alternative. And we don't even have to worry about that, here.

[It probably doesn't make dying any less awful, just...less permanent.]