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The food smelled delicious. He didn’t seem to mind the woman or the company, nor was he trying to fight. He wasn’t told to fight and so he wasn’t planning on engaging her at any cost. A finger came up to the mouth on his mask, his spine shivering with how much food was open, exposed to him. Like a child he despaired for it, he yearned for the crunch of bone and the tearing of flesh, the ripping of sinew and muscle under his jaws. 

Shaking his head as the other questioned him, he pulled out his pad and paper, holding up the pad to her after he finished writing. So you are going to eat it then? He asked, not rising to her challenge. He wasn’t about to fight over some corpses, he could kill humans just as well but if she wasn’t going to eat them then there was no reason for them to go to waste. He would be more than happy to eat the meat from the bones and then the bones after. Despite her efforts, Noro still showed no sign of being ready to attack. In fact, apart from the note to her, he seemed largely unaffected by her taunt. Not much could kill him so what really did he have to fear?

Drown within blood’s miasma which continues to spread its poisonous web her chuckle destroys the barrier she sets between, becoming an eerie laughter: loud, clear and dangerous, her power not controlled as walls start to crack, windows shattering as the sound causes an otherworldly uncanny melody which makes shivers slither onto one’s back. Similar to a scene from a nightmare where corpses lay scattered across the floor and blood no longer drips from their lifeless bodies, having already formed in pool onto the cold floor which only allows the sound of its guests shoes echo, the hollow room is no sanctuary where one can find the peace they seek, their tormented soul reaching heaven’s power.❝ What if I was? Are you going to fight me?❞ The sun settles down whereas the horizon seems dyed in blood, inviting forth the ruler of the night to occupy its rightful throne. She turns her head to glance at the masked man, her gaze freezing, rapacious alike a feline which is about to seize its prey and sink its fangs into its tender meat. Her voice masks not the disgust, the confidence and merriment which dance within her silky voice: like nectar it soothes one’s hearing, nonetheless it nurtures a lethal poison which few can ingest and survive unscathed.❝ Don’t be conceited.❞ With utmost elegance, she jumps from the mountain of corpses she has sat till moments ago, the sound of her heels almost imperceptible meantime her lips curve into a smirk: when life arranges a meeting which can soothe the endless boredom into your life, will you ignore it to continue with your lax life or challenge the same opportunity and bask in your victory?

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A quiet confidence seemed to exude from him as he sat next to her, paired with a rather sullen countenance at having to have someone help him. He didn’t like to have someone do anything for him which was rare in and of itself. He was good at figuring out how to do things on his own while protecting his charge. He always had been. She spoke and he gave no notion that he was listening nor did he give any that he wasn’t. Sensing motion near to him, he held out his hand to take it from her, running his fingers over the puzzle. It didn’t feel any different. He didn’t understand why anyone would wish to do anything with it in the first place. 

Putting it in his lap, he pulled out his pad and paper, scribbling on it before holding it out for her to see. That was very fast. Is this something you are used to? It said, holding it out long enough for her to read before taking it back to himself, tucking it back into his robe. His face stayed towards her, aura curious, patient, waiting for her answer. He had time and he was curious.

As his masked face turned towards her, she couldn’t help but notice the uneasiness that made her shiver inwardly, although she didn’t let any of it show when she elegantly sat down next to him and gently took the puzzle offered to her.

After a short time of mustering it, the cogs in her mind began to work and she started to solve the puzzle expertly, all the while explaining her steps so he would perhaps be able to recreate them later on and beat the puzzle for himself.

Then, she gingerly extended her hand with the puzzle in it so he could take it back, a friendly smile on her face, even though she wasn’t sure if he was even able to see it.

“Here you go!”

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Noro tilted his head to the side with the question before he pulled his clock out of his overcoat. Finding that he still had time, he nodded his head and took a step towards the mask maker as if agreeing that he would help them. 

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“Noro-san? Would you mind helping me with the kittens for a moment? Renji-kun is rather busy at the moment…”

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Oh, look, there were bodies everywhere. And they smelled delicious. If he still had working salivating glands he would be drooling at the moment. As it was he looked around, clearly scoping the place out. It was a variable buffet that was lined up, even though there was one live person...thing...whatever she was, not that it mattered much to him. In fact, his attention stayed on her only long enough to see her before looking back at the bodies. Her threats didn’t seem to rattle him - not that one could really tell if he was upset given his eyeless mask was always the same, the giant slowly turning his head back to her. Reaching in his pocket for a pad of paper, he wrote his message before stepping closer to show her. Are you going to eat these? It read, his hunger making his stomach growl and his kagune clamor for release. That mouth could drool and it was very much doing so at the moment inside his mind. 

When amidst a pool of blood, will you choose to run as fright eats away your heart or will you become a murderer so you can fill blood’s warmth on your hands?

Within thin walls, tranquility sings its lullaby as corpses lay across the bloody floor, windows broken, shards scattered all around with no witness to further testify such massacre: none but one from whose fingers drips CRIMSON, eyes of an arctic coldness.❝ So? Do you have any kind of business or are you going to confront me as well? Ah-ah, as much as I would hate to pointlessly stain my hands with blood, you are a witness too. I have no guarantee you will keep silent.❞ SAVAGE, yet demanding, yet voice resounds within, ECHOES amidst the hollowness which reigns and disturbs the slumber of the dead, nonetheless rain’s aria completes the requiem which they deserve, for their soul to find peace. Intertwining, her fingers lightly tighten their grip, blood still dripping, whereas MALICE still reverberates subtly from within a glacial smile. There is no heart which can melt and display mercy, nor compassion to indulge such calamity.❝ What’s your answer then?❞

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Was it odd? He didn’t really think that it was. There was no delicate way to ask what he wanted to know and so he decided to bypass such niceties and go straight to what it was that he wanted to know from her. 

Her answer sounded like a lie to him but there was no way to tell what it was that he was actually thinking apart from the slight change in aura around him that said that he was disbelieving of what it was that she had said. He knew a human smell, and she did not have such a thing about her. In fact it was new to him, not something that he had ever come in contact with and it was fascinating to the older ghoul. He had gone through a lot including raising a daughter but life still managed to surprise him.

With the question, he wrote on his notepad, showing it to her once more. I don’t know. That is why I am asking. He answered her back with the same honesty as he had shown her before. Noro really didn’t know. 

The next words seemed to make him laugh, a silent, eerie sort of motion that shook his shoulders with his silent mirth. You could not harm me or the ones closest to me. Aogiri was much stronger than that and it took quite a bit to even scratch him much less actually kill him, if indeed he could be killed at all. He wasn’t exactly a normal ghoul after all.

Stillness answered her touching his mask, not something that he would ordinarily allow but she was no threat to him and so didn’t matter. Writing down on the paper he showed it to her again. I don’t think you could handle what my face looks like. It said honestly, letting her read it before bringing it back to himself to write on it once more. Only one has seen my face in the past two decades. He wrote, actually very true. Not even the other executives had seen his face, only Eto had ever seen it. It was because of her that he was who he was now after all.

             “What an odd question,” What was she? How could one answer that question when they weren’t sure themselves. 

                         She hum’d thoughtfully, “ I am human.”         Some how as those words left her lips, they sounded like lies. She was human, or so there was nothing else to categorize her as. She was no man eater, she was hunted by humans and unworldly creatures the same. Yet she bleed like a human, experiences love like a human, had a human like deaths. Dying from old age, the causality of war, one from assassin, and obsessive old men.       “What do you think I am?” She asked, her voice filled with honest curiosity. Years had rub the human paint from her skin. She was something else all together, life, no death, had stolen a lot from her.              “If you are worried about your well being or the well being of someone else, I’m no threat.” That sounded like a lie too, but she meant it, she really wasn’t a threat. Not too ghouls anyway. Her eye suddenly fell on the man mask, as she reached up and touched the eerily smooth surface.

                     “Would you be willing to show me your face?”

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// mun is back from Japan!! All replies I owe are in the queueueue~

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Silently the giant watched, lumbering after the mask maker as he was ushered into the shop. Shutting the door behind him, Noro turned his attention around the shop, gliding from display to display, not seeming to be in very much of a hurry to go anywhere. His hair dripped down his back before he made his way to the wall to take a seat on a stool, seeming to be perfectly content to sit there perfectly still for a long moment, head slowly looking around before pulling out his clock from under his jacket. He still had a bit of time. Reaching again into his jacket to put the clock away, he pulled out his pad of paper, scratching away at it. Turning it around to show Uta, it read Is she yours? which he held up long enough to be read before laying it down on his lap.

Scooping up the shivering Siamese, they immediately start rubbing her fur the wrong way with their shirt, to warm her faster.

Gesturing with their head for him to follow them, they step further back into the shop.

“Come inside, Noro-san. Until the rain lets up a little.”

It was the least they could do for somebody that saved a precious little one.

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// I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around as much lately. My home life has kind of been taking a swan dive lately and between that, a crap ton of stress at work, and getting ready to go back to America for the holidays, it’s been difficult to get my muse to cooperate. This being said! I will be traveling 17 hours home for the holidays today but I will have internet and stuff when I get back to my parents’ house. I can’t promise I’ll be fast but I’ll try to post some stuff. I’ll be back in Japan and back to regularly scheduled stuff on the 1st. So I’m sorry for the hold up on things and I appreciate you guys following me and understanding and I look forward to continuing to rp with all of you lovely creatures <3

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Hello there, Eto… Nice to meet you.

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The puzzle was hard, harder than what he was expecting. Not having his sight was making this much more difficult than what he had thought it would be. The smell of someone brought his attention up towards the newcomer, and his eerily still mask with its wide smile turned up towards her. With the question, he turned his attention back towards the puzzle. After a moment where clearly he was struggling with what to do, he eventually held it out to her, not unlike a child would, silently asking for her help. Ah, the puzzle had beaten him. How humiliating.

What led her into the park had been the spontaneous decision to take a small walk - something unsual for her, who usually planned everything ahead. Although it definitely couldn’t compare to the unusualness of the figure sitting in the middle of the park - surely enough, she had never seen someone like that in a public area to which ordinary humans had access.

Her attention, however, was quickly caught by the small puzzle he held in his hand.

Ah, thats something she used to play with when she was younger…

It might not be the best decision, but for once her curiosity won over and she approached the other, pointing to the item.

“Do you need help?”

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If there was one thing Noro was good at, it was keeping infants in line. He had been doing that since long before Naki was around. And one of the key things to have was patience. He knew that in the end he would win out. He always did. It was just a matter of holding out longer than the executive could and sure enough it didn’t take long. Finally the ghoul relented and Noro nodded his head as if pleased, motioning with his head towards the door. He would help the other hunt if for no other reason than to make sure that he ate.

                    Of course, there are even the most stubborn of infants in the world whose grievances are far easier resolved than Naki’s. But he would quite happily swear up and down that returning to an issue the executive had only just dismissed made the larger ghoul just as, if not more difficult. “ Doing that’s a pain in the ass right now though. ” His hands abruptly shift to obscure his face, muffling the groan that falls upon the end of his comment. It’s unbearable. He’d rather just yield to the other’s insistence than endlessly go around in circles like this. “ Y’know what, fuck it. If it makes you cut it out, I’ll go do it… ”

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There were always things to be done in the tree, things that would require a great amount of mobility and being able to deploy at a moment’s notice, and his lack of being able to do so was problematic. Seeming to be perplexed by this sudden turn of events, what ghoul didn’t like to eat?, he brought a finger up to his mask in a thoughtful gesture. The last question made the giant seem to exude a sense of frustration as he tapped a foot on the ground in his exasperation. He was worse than Eto was when he was raising her. Instead of answering his question - fearing the eternal loop he didn’t realize he was already trapped in, he motioned to his painted mouth in the feeding motion once more. 

                      If he weren’t left with the impression that trying to walk away would only prompt Noro to become his shadow, Naki would do just that. To him, it seems like a waste of time and effort to try and accelerate his healing, what possible use could they even have for him moments after he just got back? But regardless, he resolves to address that unspoken question. “ Uh… No. I mean, don’t feel like I need to anyway. Like… look man, why’s it even matter if I’m bleeding a little? ”  

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He tilted his head to the side as the black-haired male seemed to recognize him. What a pity. The boy recognized him but the giant had only dimly recognized the one-eyed, so great were his changes. Seeming pleased with the breakdown of what he smelled like, he didn’t much care for the assumption that he smelled of rot, was he rotting somewhere? but he didn’t seem to mind that he smelled of guts. They were delicious after all. He gave Kaneki a nod of his head, motioning to his head with one hand. Did Kaneki remember everything now?

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“The Tree’s Noro. Rated SS…”

Kaneki takes a whiff of the air.

“You smell like rot and guts.”

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Tilting his head to the side with the words, he clearly didn’t agree with it. It could very well ruin the day and more than that if the other stayed wounded as he was. He made a motion with his hands as if he were eating, focusing his attention on the other executive, wondering if he would understand. Had he eaten yet? Noro was willing to be the papa bear and go get him some food if need be. Anything for Eto’s happiness.

                      While such a gesture is unquestionably a foreign and daunting thing to see from this mammoth of a ghoul, it’s more a matter of… the perceived underlying expectation of immediate results that keeps Naki quiet for a moment or two. And oh, he hates to shatter that moment of pride by dragging them round in circles once more, but what else is there to do? “ Yeah, yeah… I get that and all, it’s just… not gonna happen like right now. I don’t think it’s gonna ruin her entire day if I’m injured for a while longer… ”