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The Worst kind of Human Au Fanfic [Event]

@animuras​

“NimmuuuuuNiiiiimuuu tooooooad. How are you still asleep?” 

Roma had woken up to find her house a mess. What a strange story. Huh? Did normal people refer to their lives as stories. Perhaps she was in a rather dramatic mood today. A moment after she woke up, she had no idea how long she had been sleeping or where she was, but that was probably just her being an airhead as usual. 

As far as she could remember she had lived on this island all her life. She was not the type to overthink things. In fact to avoid that she liked to distract herself. Society was filled with things called distractions that were perfect for taking your mind off the state of the world. She could keep chirping along like a happy bird in the cage. 

There was one particular thing which had been taking up her distraction lately. A troubled boy who reminded her of what she was like at his age had moved in with her. A cursory glance in the mirror told her she was much older than that now, though shorter than him frustratingly. All of these wrinkles sure were something, she had always thought she’d be more babyfaced when getting older. For some reason or another he barely left the house. She was starting to wonder if his parents had raised a Neet, or uh is it called Hikkokokmori? 

She finished cooking a breakfast of human food. (Human food, what was she an alien) and brought it up to his room. “Nimura, you need to eat. When are you going to get a job anyway? Come on, come on, there’s much more fun stuff to do in the outside world. We could go look at the penguins. Or we could go see a show. You like theatre don’t you?” 

She walked over to the bed and pulled the blankets off of him. The plate of what could only charitably be called human food, as the eggs were somehow both runny and burnt she put to the side as she started to push at his sleeping form. 

“Jeez are you just pretending to ignore me again. I have a job for you why don’t you just become a professional clown?” 

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bubonem‌:

Eto shrugged. “Perhaps.”

She was selfish and cruel, yes, but so was Roma– everyone else was to some degree, too, in Eto’s mind. There was no such thing as a selfless person. She presumed this clown in front of her was of a similar mind. Perhaps the other clown running around this place was, too.

“I just do what I feel needs to be done, that’s all.”

“Aren’t you the same way? If you get bored, you just like to shake things up. It’s pretty natural for everyone.”

Eto knew well how much the clowns detesting anything they deemed boring. She could hardly stand such things herself– her books were hardly boring, after all.

“You know, if you’re that concerned over what I write, why don’t I give you a copy of one of my books? Please, it’s a gift.”

Taking a copy from a stack, Eto slid over a copy of The Black Goat’s Egg, curious to see what sort of reaction this brat would give her.

“You know sometimes I think the character building in these books is rather simplistic, shallow even.” 

Roma said as she took the black goat’s egg from Eto. The only black goat she cared about was named Kaneki Ken, and she could watch his story play out in front of her without having to read a book with such long and annoying kanji. 

Roma just wanted to press a single button on this woman, however because she was Roma her approach looked much more like keyboard cat, then the subtle hands of a manipulator. 

“I mean just because you don’t have parents that’s not an excuse to go murdering people.” 

Roma said, a murderer who did not have any parents. 

“At some point characters like that just end up sounding kind of whiney don’t you think?”

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animuras‌:

If the mark of a good clown was being able to effect change in Kaneki Ken, he’d like to think he gets at least partial credit for bringing Kanou into things. But hadn’t they met the ghoul later known as Suzuya Juuzou’s quinque several months back? If he was still around, maybe he’s where Roma should offer their next crown. If they were going by MM-san’s opinion, which was admittedly never a good idea, Souta at least could pull off the white suit.

But there were plenty of other standards to judge him lacking as a Clown, ever-changing and completely arbitrary ones, if that was what Roma wanted. Technically, it was up to her, wasn’t it, even passing around the titles of Crown or acting Face, the term belongs to this annoying old woman to define however she pleased. This annoying gross old woman who was licking his face like a dog.

Only fittingly, he hissed back at her like a cat. They were very sophisticated comedians, the clowns.

“Well,” he said, as she dragged him off yet again, “let me know when you change your mind.” Whatever self he even had. What horrible directorial advice, telling an actor like him to just be themselves. Maybe that’s why she had to pass that role off to someone else. That and her perchance for getting locked up for years at a time. The only little bit of fortune in his miserable life that the very group with their noses and fingers in all the places he needed happened to be as messed up as he was.

He stared blankly at the next torture device Roma found for him. This place really went all out, didn’t it.

Love, huh? A place to belong, people I love… that memory again. That disgusting, stupid memory. Maybe if it hadn’t happened right as he was dying, right after the kakuja had scrambled his brain up, it wouldn’t have lodged so deeply in there, wouldn’t play back at him, mockingly, like this. What was love, anyway? Sitting in some cheap plastic boat going through a dark man-made tunnel on some gross artificial river probably filled with chlorine and puked up carnival food, as slightly warped maudlin music played over shitty speakers. At least these sorts of things were designed not to be physically able to tip over and soak them in it. That might have been a bit on the nose, metaphor-wise.

Was dying so bad? Maybe one day he’ll be able to answer that. It had certainly been a letdown. The real answer to Roma’s question, the one she already knew, certainly, was that he just hated everything. This world, the last one. Living, dying. Her, himself, everyone else. He’d tried, tried so hard to have fun with it, at least, but he still doesn’t know if he ever really succeeded. Truly, he was a miserable excuse for a clown. 

But. But even if he hated it… he was still here, wasn’t he? Still playing along with Roma, whatever the production, still sitting on this stupid boat on this stupid ride in this stupid city. Would it be so bad to keep going like this? A trick question, surely. Any answer he could give would be a lie.

“Maybe.” He brushed a gloved hand through her silly stuck up hair. “I’m hardly the person to be asking such things,” A nonsense answer to a nonsense question, but as close to true as he was going to get. What did someone like him know about living? And then, “Oh, and Roma, be careful, there’s gum stuck to this thing right next to your head.”

“I change my mind but I also don’t change my mind you know. I’m still the same child who after ripping a hand away from an arm to eat the same dull tasting meat for the hundreth time realized how bored she was. It’s not like I’ve grown since then, I just distracted myself from my revelation. It’s the same for you isn’t it? Some part of you is still that kid the instant he realized he was half one thing and half something else. You’re only six years old you know?”

Roma’s shocking moment of self honesty, turned into yet another dig. Of course the clowns had always centered around Furuta and his traumatic backstory, to bear witness to the culmination of his resenment as he dragged the filth all the way down from the sewers from where he was born to flood the city with it. Roma’s tragic backstory did not particularly matter, nor did she care about it. 

The rest of the clowns were just outsiders looking in. Roma had been born on the outside. That was all. Honestly and self reflection did not serve much use to her beyond that, it was not like there was one driving incident, or a specific and rigorous trauma that drove her to be like this. So as much as she could relate to Furuta- They were both children, holding hands in the middle of the crowd. One child was guiding another, so basically it was the blind leading the blind. 

As much as she could relate it was also impossible to relate. She was like a space alien observing his life. Even if she wanted to, she probably could not affect his emotions in ay way with any of her digs, she could not move him. She was doing the equivalent of throwing water balloons filled with paint at him. She just wanted to see the pretty colors splash. 

“Eh... oh, what? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Her eyes started to water as she grabbed at the gum stuck in her hair. “Get it out Sou-chan, out, out, out, I can’t ruin my beautiful silky hair!” Her hair was nothing like that. As far as looks went her body was too childish to be anything other than cute. She threw a tantrum right there in the middle of the crowd, but then suddenly she noticed something. 

“Sou-chan, the fireworks are starting...” As she waited for him to remove the gum from her hair, she immediately changed tunes just as fast. Roma basically jumped into the air and hurled her whole body at him, and then climbed him like a pole so she could see. “Sou-chan, Sou-chan! The fireworks! I’ve never gotten to watch fireworks before. Even Aogiri watched fireworks once.” She had never seen any point in trying to distract herself with the things normal people distracted themselves with.

Resting her chin on the top of his head, she spoke without thinking as usual. “Sou-chan, what do people find so pretty about these anyway? Are we supposed to kiss or something at the grand finale?”

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bubonem‌:

“Milk? Don’t you know, little girl, dairy is bad for the digestive system.” 

Admittedly, she wondered how well this particular ghoul was at hiding disdain for eating human food. Was she a master at it, or was she a ghoul that never bothered to learn? Maybe, for someone who acted as often as she breathed, it didn’t matter at all.

Tilting her head downward, as if to look down upon the other female even more, Eto smirked.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

She chuckled, only to let out a soft sigh.

“That’s why people like myself exist, to bring entertainment to myself and others. You only seek it out for yourself, don’t you? That’s selfish, you know. Didn’t your daddy teach you better manners?”

It was funny, she thought, so funny.

“Isn’t there an element of selfishness to what you’re doing?” 

Roma stretched her arms behind her head catlike. While she was like that, Takatsuki Sen, bookish, wearing too large spectacles that shimmered like moons in front fo her face reflecting off light, dressed in clothes a size too big, she just looked like a grandma who owned a few kitties. However, if Roma were a cat she’d certainly displease even the most avid of cat lovers. 

“After all the author is the one who gets to control everything. If they feel like it, they can make it a scenario where they butcher up all the characters without mercy. Don’t you think that’s just too cruel?” 

Roma said, suddenly as she was leaning over the table and finished stretching there were tears in her eyes. It looked like a genuine show of empathy for the poor unfortaante souls in Eto’s books, though... the hilarious irony was that Roma loved tragic stories the most. 

That was the joke, she was sure Eto knew the joke as well and was in on it, even though she was not laughing. 

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chuketsu‌:

Himiko, her smile never fading, looked down at Roma’s legs and then back up to the other girl’s face. It was quick, but not so much that Roma wouldn’t notice. That was the point, though, as comical as it was.

“Oh, really…? Can I only drink blood, then?”

That didn’t sound terrible, actually. Of course, Himiko didn’t truly believe that she was a ghoul now, as she hardly felt any different. Once she returned home, however, she would immediately test Roma’s words, even if only for fun.

Himiko nodded, her messy buns bouncing as she did so.

“That’s terrible, so it’s a good thing that we’re friends now.”

“People don’t like what they don’t understand, especially if they’re boring. But, who needs boring people around, anyway?”

The two of them certainly didn’t.

“No, that was just a lie. I’m not a vampire, just a ghoul, a mindless slaughter beast without a trace of humanity.” 

Roma said quite honestly her features darkening as they did. The other girl was right though, they were born outside of society, so they were the only ones who had the perspective to see how meaningless it all was. 

What a burden it was, being the only ones unable to distract themselves. Truly, they were the only good guys in this story, because they were the allies of fun and freedom, everything else like morals was just getting in the way of having a good time. 

“Now come on, transform into me I wanna see it. I wanna see my own face reflected back it’ll be fun, I’m sure I’ll have some kind of thematic revelation.” 

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bubonem‌: 

“Shall I speak louder?” Rather than do so, Eto whispered, blowing a stream of air into Roma’s ear after speaking. “You must forgive me, my voice is a bit tired after talking all day.”

Oh, but a chatterbox like this ghoul probably wouldn’t understand that. Whatever.

“Maybe you should ask your daddy to serve you more vegetables. Growing children need their nutrition.”

As if either of them knew anything about that.

At the question, Eto leaned back as if she was seriously contemplating Roma’s words.

“Clowns, hm? I think they’re a bit gaudy, but that’s just my opinion. You might like them though, maybe you could have one at your next birthday party?”

“What about you? Have you been drinking your milk lately? Have you been drinking your miiiiiiilk.” Roma might have been shorter than Eto, but not only was she older, she was pretty sure her Kakuja was bigger.

She had the advantage too, as she knew everything there was to know about Eto whereas Eto only saw her as a subordinate of Furuta’s. The SS Ranked Roma who was freed from prison. That was why it was more advantageous to be a reader, rather than an author. Nobody could obsess quite like a fan could. 

She lifted her sunglasses. 

“Everything is gaudy, from a certain perspective. Making up all that meaning is tacky, isn’t it? All value is just imagined. What is stylish is just imagined. You know, Miss Author reality isn’t like your books, there’s no themes or nothing, it’s all just meaningless nonsense.” 

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animuras‌:

Things could always get worse. Of course they could. What, did she think he didn’t know? But she’d said herself, he was the sort where things getting worse was probably better. After all, she was doing better than he was, by virtue of having even less. Of having it even worse. That’s how he understood it from all her rapid-fire ramblings, anyway. It might not have been anything that complicated. Not everything was always that early-childhood-psychology compliant, as neat and tidy as that would be.

He thinks about that sometimes in his little games with himself, the torture sessions he puts himself through that have nothing to do with this city at all, the ones where he just walks himself down different paths in life, looking for the good end. An effort in futility and impossibility and, frankly, masochism. He’s not going to find any answers that way, and he and Roma sure as shit aren’t going to work out the problems of nature and nurture between their two fractured selves.

Still, he listens to her ramble. He always does, at least when he has any choice in the matter, of picking between his own spinning thoughts and her endless gibbering. She must really be actually excited about this festival, or else for the chance to get him out in public, because she’s really playing this to win. But like he said before, this isn’t a game. If it were a game, he’d lose it, so it isn’t one. It’s that simple.

He nods along, walking over to a mercifully close ice coffee stand and ordering just one for himself, black, of course, no cream, no sugar, no whip cream and no, nothing for her. He’d always thought of most of the people he’d been forced to walk past as NPCs, it was almost rewarding to be in a place where that was so literal. NPC that the coffee seller was, he didn’t bother leading into any more jokes, just facilitated the exchange of goods, and moved on to say presumably the same lines, more or less, to the next people to come by.

But he figured he might as well answer Roma’s question. “And yet, in the end, they chose that too when it served them.” He shrugged, took a sip from his coffee. “But what can I say. Maybe I just like being contrary.” He poked at her cheek with his gloved hand. “You ghouls are plenty icky, though.”

Really, it was a disease. Just one of many he seemed to have. The symptoms seemed to be a terminal immunity to propaganda and a tendency to refer to things in terms of some fictional medium, such as calling people NPCs or manga characters. It wasn’t so much that he’d decided to side with ghouls, it just seemed that most of the fellow suffers of this particular affliction were ghouls. The same reason the Clowns didn’t count many humans voluntarily of their number.

The coffee stall was to be the extent of his control of their activities apparently, because Roma had decided she wanted a teddy bear. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t mentioned his mother since those first few nights, sick with whatever fever death had carried over into this place, but he also knew he was never going to live that down. He also knows that Roma is super into the whole foiling between him and Kaneki, Kaneki who called out to his mother under Yamori’s pliers, under Arima psychiatric evaluation, and probably, though no one was around to hear it, when getting swept up in Furuta’s dragon. As nice as that set up was, the classic ‘we’re not so different you and I,’ he’d frankly started to grow tired of it. He’d spent way too much effort trying to get Kaneki to play the proper foil for so little reward.

But it was a pretty structure for the story, so he’d let Roma have it until she got bored. Trying to talk literary analysis with her would probably just make her double down on things. There’d be time for that inevitable discourse later, anyway.

Now it was time for another episode of Roma the ditzy young girl show. “A clown that can’t win at carnival games? My, my, what are we going to do with you.” He said, ruffling the sniffling old woman’s hair. He smiled sympathetically at the stall attendant, a well-practiced gesture that meant nothing to either of them, and paid for more throws.

“Let’s start with a teddy bear, Roma. If you can take care of that, maybe we’ll get you a goldfish next year.”

A decapitated and ripped up teddy bear was almost cute. A dead goldfish in his bed, and whatever smell came along with it, less so. He pretended to take a good look at the game, calculate a strategy or whatever normal humans did at these places, and then launched a ball. Exactly as he’d intended, he’d gotten close, close enough to judge just how and where these things were rigged, just enough to trigger the ‘you almost had it’ dialogue option from the huckster running the thing, and whatever Roma decided her accompanying reaction would be.

“Love or hate, really, I don’t mind,” he said, missing again. “I just don’t want such a cute little lady to get bored of me.” No, that was her dear sweet tragic Kaneki Ken who wanted oh so desperately to be loved. And somehow, inexplicably, he’d gotten it. How nice for him. He’d have to ask Roma, the number one Kaneki Ken Stan, to explain how that was a logical narrative progression one day. What could he have possibly done, starving an entire army underground with no meaningful counter attacks, to win so many hearts and minds? Probably nothing. The clowns liked their neat little narratives, but they were also tragically aware that reality was less of a fan of them. Still, maybe Roma would put in the effort to craft one for him to play pretend with.

He threw the final throw and this time, it landed. Enough for a small prize, apparently. If he wanted the big one, he’d have to win a few more times. Just one victory was never enough, it seemed. No matter how big and showy. “Shall I keep you entertained for a few more rounds or do you want to pick your prize now?” He asked Roma, seeing as it was her boredom they were using as a compass.

“Yeah, but you’re a clown who couldn’t even force character development in the main character. Doesn’t that make you an even worse clown then me?” Of course Roma was the one who had invented the idea of a clown in the first place. She was the alpha, the beginning, and Furuta was the omega the end where all laughter had gone to die. He had nearly brought the clowns down with him and they had been denied even the chance to have their last laugh. Oh well, sometimes reality did not resolve itself as neatly as fiction. She was sure if reality had a better writer, than the clowns would have gotten the chance to break those humans of their delusions of justice and righteousness and show them the truth behind their actions, but life was just a tale told by an idiot after all.

She tented her fingers together and watched him in anticipation. Roma looked at the top shelf and saw all the ridiculously huge plush teddie bears. It would probably annoy Furuta if she slept on a bed stacked with just those. Something about murderous girls and cute toy bears just seemed to naturally go together. Maybe she should have made bears the mascot of her terrorist organization rather than clowns. She wondered if that would have gone over well. 

As she played with her fingers again and again, she grew rather impatient. The point of the gag was that Furuta even with the strength of a ghoul right now was so weak he could barely win at a silly carnival game for humans. It was a good place to mock him a perfectly constructed gag, however Roma was getting a little bit impatient. She had decided a long time ago the sckly and weak Furuta was not as fun as the Furuta who forced himself to live and wring out every last drop of life he could, while knowing that at the end of all of his tremendous efforts he would likely die forgotten and the world would fail to change. 

That was a much better tragedy than some dying man, wasting away thinking everything he did was pointless. Well, it was pointless, but the point of life’s pointlessness was to fight against the pointlessness so she could watch fools resist and resist until the bitter end. Did that make sense? She did not know, all she knew was Souta really sucked at this carnival game. 

When he finally won though, she did not act disappointed. She took the trinket he handed her, and then grabbed him by the front of his robe pulling him down to her. She promised him a kiss after all. Just as their lips were about to make contact though, she suddenly stuck her tongue out and dragged it up over his face, from his lips to his nose to his forehead. She was just covering him with kisses, drowning in affection, to make up for all the love he had never received in life. “Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark! Roma is so happy!” She shouted in his face, finishing her perfect imitation of a dog before letting him go. 

“You don’t have to try so hard Sou-chan, I have lots of fun around you when you’re just being yourself. (This is the truth).” She muttered the last part, pretending to imitate Urie Kuki the man who had killed her. She grabbed his hand again, delicately interlacing his fingers between hers and dragging him away. There were some advantages to dying at least, when this young boy had become the face of the clowns she swore loyalty to him on the condition that he show her a good time, even going so far as to confirm the secret that he already suspected of her, deduced himself by just going through the CCG’s paperwork. Now it was more like the situation had reversed and Roma had become the leader again with Furuta swearing loyalty to her. 

The person he was depending on was also the one he had thrown away to be killed like another stray dog, dying in a sewer grate, and clogging it up making it impossible for the filthy water to drain out of the street. It was just like Roma always thought, you could always fall further, and that fall was always beautiful. Falling things were just so pretty, the spakrles that fell from the fireworks in the sky, snow, rain, and most of all blood. 

Roma suddenly stopped and pointed at a booth in front of them. “Sou-chan, Sou-chan look it’sa tunnel of love! Let’s go there, we can totally make out!” She said, once again just to aggravate him. It was more fun to her to assualt all of his senses at once rather than pick just one or two. That’s what she claimed at least, the truth was probably just that she was indecisive. She dragged him into one of the little boats, and as the room darkened she leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“Hey, Sou-chan. Now that I think about it, dying wasn’t so bad right? Do you really hate it here that much? Even if it’s just the two of us... aren’t we having fun together? If we kept living like this... would it be so bad?” She said as she rested a hand on his lap. 

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bubonem‌:

This was a game, Eto understood that as soon as she recognized the ghoul; while they had never formally met, they ran in passing circles. Hearing of one another was to be expected with how ghouls liked to gossip, she supposed. 

Either way, Eto appeared to relax. If this was a game, it was a casual one to the author. It depended on who would get bored first. If Eto did, then she’d just leave. She had no real ties to the event, and if she left abruptly, such behavior could easily be chalked up to an eccentric author.

It didn’t matter, nothing in this city did.

“That sounds sad.” Her tone was soft enough that only the two of them would hear, so she felt no need to hold back. Idly, she did wonder what that clown Furuta would say if he heard such things, but, Eto figured he would find a way to have his own fun, just like Roma was.

“Well, I’m sure I’m taller than you, young lady.” Was this ghoul actually younger than her, or was she older? Eto wasn’t sure, but didn’t bother thinking about it for more than a moment.

“I’m an author, I like to indulge in many different genres. Don’t you like a bit of variety?”

Roma narrowed her eyes at the other. Really, Kuzen’s brat was so funny. She looked down on the clowns but she was no different from them. The person who claimed to be an author of this conflict was just applying another kind of fictitious lens to reality. 

“Wow, you’ve got such a tiny voice, it’s hard to hear.” 

Roma said, as she leaned over the desk. She put a hand over her ear and then leaned in further. As long as she was standing up and Eto was sitting there was no way to prove which one of them was taller. 

“It must be the height difference between us. It’s really hard to hear you from all the way up here.” 

Roma said leaning in further, at this point she was making a scene. “Variety is the spice of life, you need to change up the scenery otherwise the environment will give you a head cold. Though, my favorite genre is tragedy it could never get boring. How about you? You seem like you like comedy more! What do you think of clowns?” 

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chuketsu‌:

Himiko giggled, knowing that Roma’s words were nothing more than another part of the game she was playing. That’s all this was, really, two girls who adored to play around whose games happened to overlap for this brief moment. The blonde was fond of such instances, so she indulged as she wished. From what Himiko could tell, Roma was the same. After all, if something wasn’t fun, then it was boring, and that wouldn’t do.

She hardly flinched at the sudden bite, simply taking Roma’s actions as they were. Ghouls wanted to eat humans, as far as Himiko understood, so she supposed taking a bite was only natural for Roma. Himiko was hardly a stranger to such activity herself, anyway…

At Roma’s words, Himiko just smiled.

“Really?”

“I didn’t know ghouls were like werewolves, that’s pretty cool.”

Was she joking, or was she serious? That was for Roma to decide.

“We’re just like werewolves that’s why it’s such a pain to shave my legs.” 

Roma didn’t care whether she was joking or serious. That was her secret all along. It’s what made her so powerful. 

“Oooh, you know once you become a ghoul you’ll never be able to eat candy or cake again right?”

Of course Roma had never eaten it in the first place so she had no idea what it tasted like. Nor was she longing to try it for herself either. Human flesh lacked any kind of taste to her either. This entire world was a bland favor, she had stopped being hungry a long time ago. The moment she grew up was the moment she realized the source of that emptiness was not hunger, but rather boredom. 

The same emptiness that everybody else felt. That’s why her and Himiko were exactly the same. It didn’t matter the contents of what they ate, they were just consuming other to satiate their boredom. 

“I hope it’s not too much of a problem, but it’s so wonewy being a ghoul you know. I don’t have any friends, just because I murder a bunch of people. Isn’t society unfair?”

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chuketsu‌:

Himiko paused, tilting her head in Roma’s direction.

“That doesn’t make any sense. You’re so silly.” 

Were it any other subject than knives, perhaps Himiko would have let Roma’s words slide. Instead, it caught her attention, simply because the blonde considered herself an expert when it came to knives. Either way, it didn’t bother Himiko too terribly.

Not at all bothered by Roma’s words or change in appearance, she smiled, thinking over Roma’s suggestion. Himiko supposed it was little issue, after all, it was only fair. Besides, in the blonde’s mind, this was something friends did.

“That’s fine.” Himiko hummed, easily pulling a small blade from her jacket packet. In an even quicker motion, she sliced it against her finger, and held it out to Roma.

“What are you talking about? Everything I say is 100% serious all the time. I’ve never once told a joke in my entire life.” 

Roma said, tilting her head back and sticking her tongue out. That too, was a completely serious gesture. She took clowning around quite seriously, as it was all she had to stave off boredom.

She looked at the finger for a moment and licked her lips with that same tongue. Then, rather than take the offered drop of blood, she sunk her teeth into the finger. Before she could break anything she withdrew a moment later, leaving two puncture wounds. 

“There, now you’re going to become a ghoul too now that you’ve been bitten.”

It was just a lie, but a serious lie she told for completely serious reasons. She just wanted to see how the other girl would react, the most serious reason of them all. 

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bubonem‌:

She had only been summoned for a book signing by chance, and only agreed to it if only to have something to do. Eto regretted it the moment she sat down; it was nothing like the fan events of the past, both of Hive City and in Tokyo. It was boring, it was annoying, and it was tiresome. All she wanted to do was go home and play with her cat, but no, Takatsuki Sen was trapped.

Well, not really, but that’s certainly how Eto felt.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, the scent of a ghoul wafting into her senses, coupled with the high pitched shrieks, only made her want to murder the source. Seeing a tinier ghoul than she, however, was not what she expected. Nothing was in this place, and it was a pain in her ass.

“Why, of course young lady.” Takatsuki Sen beamed, putting on the fakest smile she could muster. Pen in hand, Eto instead wrote, ‘vater’ in large, German letters.

“Might I ask where your father is now, dear?”

Now, she was just asking for a fight…

“His name is Nimura, he works very hard all day long doing paperwork so he can earn enough money to spoil me, his only daughter. The two of us live together all alone, but my daddy is all I need to be happy.” 

Roma said holding her hands in font of her face. She really had no interest in Kuzen’s brat, she was a Kaneki stan through and through. She had just gotten bored enough to wonder what would happen if she so obviously revealed herself in front of the other girl. 

Perhaps she would do nothing at all, perhaps they both would get eaten. Either way Roma would find some way to laugh at the result. Though she had never met Kuzen’s brat in person, they had only brushed against each other once in the cochlea. 

“Hey Miss, it’s hard to tell when you’re sitting down but you’re short aren’t you?”

Like Roma should be talking. She leaned over and read from the book. 

“Vader...? I didn’t know you were a star wars fan, eugh are you some kind of nerd?”

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@bubonem​

“Takatsushi. Takatsushi. Takatsushi.”

Roma felt like being annoying today. Though, she woke up most mornings and decided to be annoying, it was what kept her living after fifty two years. Today she had decided to put extra effort into it.

Which was why she had currently shown up to Takaktsuki Sen’s book signing in the guise of a fan, wearing sunglasses and did not really bother to diguise herself beyond that. They had already seen each other once more when she was breaking out of prison. She should probably say thank you for that but just as she appeared to be, Roma was a rather ungrateful brat. 

When it came to be he time in line she adjusted her glasses and slammed the book on the table. Roma flitted about energetically, making it obvious how difficult just standing in line all that time had been for her. A little boredom though was worth enduring if it meant a lot of fun later. 

“Can you sign my book for daddy? In english that’s D-A-D-D-Y.  Not D-A-N-D-Y, that’s dandy but I do have a very dandy daddy. It’s for my daddy he’ll love it.”

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chuketsu‌:

“It’ll break?” Himiko finally paused, now curious. “How come?”

Before she could ask any more questions, the scent and sight of blood captured her full attention. Himiko let loose a soft sigh, her face flushed. To Roma’s words, she nodded.

“Uh-huh, Roma-mama…”

She snatched up Roma’s hands, wasting no time in enjoying the display of red before her. Her lips soon stained with it, the blonde nodded again.

“Of course. It’s my favorite thing ever.”

“You see I’m immune to knives. I was stabbed once and now I’m immune.” 

Roma lied very easily. Unlike Himiko who genuinely seemed to be like that, the air head act was just an act for Roma. Though, everything she did was an act, so perhaps in a way she could be called airheaded to, vacuuous, empty. 

She danced around for a moment, then suddenly her eyes went pitch black. It was like the drop of a hat, signalling a change in her performance. There was no emotional beats or structure to her script she simply did as she pleased. 

“Hey, can I taste your blod too then? It’s only fair, since you got to taste mine.”

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animuras‌:

He folded her yukata as she’d folded his, the two of them were equally dead after all. It was kind of funny, the idea of burying someone in a silly mascot print yukata. He’d say it fit her, but any funeral at all would have been out of place for Roma. Maybe if he’d had more time, he would have done one, all solemn and elaborate and pointless. At least the fake tears would have been a fitting tribute.

He was tempted to just tie the thing in the front, but that was practically asking her to reach down and undo it in the middle of the street. Maybe so long as it was properly behind her, it’d be out of sight and thus far enough out of her mind not to beat out all the other distractions. And besides, that was hardly a fitting way to tie it for a cute girl like her, is what she’d probably say.

When he was done, he patted her head. “You shouldn’t waste your time, Roma, dear. I already know I’ve lost my mind.”

Sometimes Roma got a little ahead of herself like this. Really, she needed to let these jokes breathe. Not that he really minded, it made it easier for him. He could just pick one to play off of. It was almost kind, if that had been her intention, giving him options. Choices, after all, were very important.

“Oi, we have to pay for these, you know,” he said, as she marched him right past the register. Annoying woman that she was, of course, she was making him pay. Not that it was a big deal. Apparently, when calculating how much money he should start out with in this place, they’d taken into account all the money he’d transferred out of the CCG’s budget, just to see how much he could get away with. It had been a lot, because people were, after all, mostly idiots. Not that they should really miss it, with the whole organization crashing down. But if they were stupid enough to try to salvage any of it, let them spend their first few years trying to untangle that accounting nightmare.

He’d gotten the little black and white polka dot pouch for himself, after all. Roma’s yukata came with its own, free of charge, along with a few accessories inside, the shopkeep explained. Just because this town was just that crazy about its mascot character.

Not that Roma waited around to listen, just dragged him out and onto the street.

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“Oh, but there’s one thing that you haven’t seemed to grasp yet, my dear Sour-chan. Probably because you already think you were born in the absolute worst position in the whole world, but things can always get worse. In a world that’s full of nonsense and there’s only one absolute truism, things can always get worse.” 

The fun loving Roma became rather morbid for a moment. If she wanted to bother recalling them, there were probably constant tales of her youth of failure, or a girl who was born with literally nothing somehow losing even more than that, losing things that she thought she was not capable of losing. 

However, it must have been old age or her simply being bored of having a tragic backstory, but those memories weren’t really present in her mind. It was like everything that passed in those days had no substance at all, and therefore nothing to anchor her down with. She was sure Furuta could vividly remember some of his worst days under tsuneyoshi’s care, that those memories became a grudge in his heart that would chain him down and always guide him, with hatred if nothing else, but Roma could not say the same. 

She was sure, she was definitely sure from the hazy cloud of blood red violence she recalled, that as much as she had violated others, she had been violated as well. It was not easy for a seven year old girl who just started attacking others out of the blue to gain strength. She was sure there were times where she was pushed to the brink of dying,t hat she was left beaten and bloody, that worse than that was probably done to her as well, that she lost limbs, teeth, eyeballs, even her mind, and yet she somehow always recovered from them. 

And yet those memories never stuck with her. She was sure she experienced trauma like everyone else, she was a slaughter beast but it was not like she was completely heartless or anything... but those many times she had been hurt, being born with nobody else at all around her, those times she had almost died with nobody who would care whether she lived or died. 

No, scratched that she had died and she had gotten nothing for her dramatic and sudden exit off stage. The audience did not applaud, nor did they laugh. The worst kind of death she could imagine, and the person who was at the cause of it was right in front of her but she did not particularly care. 

It was all the same to her, violence had become boring to her, anarchy had become just another form of order, so she didn’t let it dictate anything for her. Her motivations were her own entirely... oh, that was probably it.

It was because Souta had once thought he had some kind of happiness and security only to realize it was all one big lie, it was because he had the illusion of such things, that he was once able to distract himself like everybody else before it was taken away fro him. That was probably why those thing seemed to affect him more. That was Roma’s perspective anyway. She wished Nico was here so she could debate it with an unbiased third party, and perhaps grasp more of Souta’s character development if she ever wanted to write a formal analysis on it, a book report on his life. She couldn’t call herself a souta stan if she couldn’t properly write a dissertation on his character, and what if somebdy tried to call her out for having problematic faves and she needed to defend herself. 

Anyway, while she had thought of all those Souta had gone to puke in an alleyway. She performed the part of doting other automatically, like a robot, thinking of other things at the time. She didn’t particularly care about this hurt comfort crap, there were more interesting things to think about.

Acquiring a pair of sunglasses from nowhere she suddenly spoke up. “You know Sou-chan, it’s a little weird that you gave up the ability to eat human food, that you chose to become more ghoul like. I don’t think any garden child would have made the same choice, I mean weren’t Hairu and that other one, the one with the big boobs... gosh this manga has too many characterse it’s impossible to keep them all straight, anyway weren’t they all like ‘ghouls icky’.” Roma said. This question was not to mess with him, but rather a genuine point of curiosity. All of his friends (haha friends) were ghouls. The only people who understood his mindset were ghouls. She doubted he had ever once tried to find any kind of people who would understand his situation amongst the humans, she wondered if ghouls were just more pratical tools or there was more to it than that. It’d probably be a good thing to know, if she ever needed to stan Souta on isola’s version of tumblr dot com. 

“Hey, hey, Sou-chan, can we play the festival games? Win me a teddy bear that I can sleep with. I try to hug you in my sleep when we share the same bed, but all you do is whisper abut your mommy or whatever...” 

She grabbed his hand and began to lead him forward once more. She had the strength of several humans, and also the intellect of them and could easily win a carnival game for herself if she wanted, but there was no fun in that. She immediately paid the man only to play the part of the weak girl, and miss all three of the throws she had bought. Roma, underneath her sunglasses began to cry. 

“Sooooouuuuu-chan! Win me a prize! I want a teddy bear, and a goldfish now too!” She was getting greedier by the second. It was not her fault, it was in her nature as the slaughter beast, the CCG was 100% right in her case. All she cared about was what she could consume next. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do! You want to be loved don’t you?” 

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The sight of such explicit gore happening right before her eyes was more than enough to set the teen off. She let out a squeal, blushing more and more with each passing second.

“So cool…”

Himiko resisted the urge to pull Roma close, to hold her and enthuse about how fascinating she found her. It was hard, as she was so used to going along with the majority of even her fleeting desires, but it would be worth it.

“There are some humans that can where I’m from, but I don’t know any personally.” Healing quirks were a rarity in comparison to other types of quirks, after all. “Hey, Roma…”

Finally, Himiko came close, ignoring the other girl’s insult and leaning in close to her.

“Can I get a taste of your blood? I want to know if a ghoul’s blood tastes different than a human’s.”

“Hmmm sure. If you stab me with your knife though it won’t do any good your knife will just break, and don’t think about biting me on the neck either I’m way too cute for you.”

Roma teased the high school girl as she reached for her own hand once again. Nonchalantly she slid a nail down the center of her palm, and tore a huge gash which blood began to leak out. She was good enough with regeneration that she mentally could pause it for a little while if she wanted. It was like flipping a switch, she could do so to turn her brain off and enjoy herself if she wanted to. 

“From now on can you call me, Romamamamamaamama? That’s my real name actually.” 

Roma said as she held out her hand in front of the other girl, not really caring how much of a mess the blood was making. 

“Hey, hey don’t you think... spilt blood can be really beautiful!” 

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“the clowns are ghouls of surprise. all of us.”  — for @nimuradash 🌙

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whitesuitedprince‌:

@visceraetcircenses

“HEY! I know you aren’t a dog! I know taxonomy! Big bro taught me! You have to put your dependents down and all your vehicles and housing shit!”

"What you’re thinking about is taxes. Taxonomy is the classification and assortment of animals. in that case, I’m a cute girl. The only tax I’d have to pay is the cute girl tax. Actually, that tax is something you have to pay me. It’s a 500 yen tax for being able to see a cute girl like me. It’s a luxury tax because my appearance is a luxury.” 

Messing with idiots was a little mean, considering she too was a fool but she couldn’t help herself from having fun.