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[abedofclover]

[massive amounts of sex goes here, you're welcome, kaneki]

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[superoyaleace]

Don't worry. I know how to defend myself, okay?

[abedofclover]

I'm not fighting again. Pick something!

[superoyaleace]

[he steps closer carefully, holding his arm]

[abedofclover]

[h-holding her trembling hand out]

[superoyaleace]

It'll be fine.

[abedofclover]

[not dignifying that with an answer, psyching herself up to take hold of his arm, a split second of gripping painfully tight before she realizes and loosens up then slowly bringing it closer to her mouth]

[superoyaleace]

[that makes him wince, but he doesn't pull away, trying to keep his breathing calm and even to reassure you]

[abedofclover]

[taking a deep breath then pressing her teeth down on the upper part of his forearm, not hard or breaking flesh at all]

[superoyaleace]

...

[hair pet. com'on, little monster, u can do it]

[abedofclover]

[that's not helping!!! sinking her teeth in with a sharp inhale, barely stopping short of the bone that would likely snap under the force, and suddenly pulling back to rip away flesh and muscle that might not be completely severed at all points . . . ]

[superoyaleace]

[that makes him shriek, but he stays right here he is, breathing raggedly and biting down on his free hand to muffle his voice]

[abedofclover]

[quickly biting down to cut the rest free, hand over her mouth as she scurries back]

[superoyaleace]

[welp time to drop down to his knees and clutch at his arm, somehow managing not to howl in pain]

[abedofclover]

[very conflicted about eating, but this is really delicious!!!! once her mouth isn't full (but with some blood lingering around)]

Um, I can take you! To the theatre!

[superoyaleace]

[... nodding and getting to his feet, quiet, the colour gone from his face]

[abedofclover]

[stopping short when she moves to steady him]

I can carry you.

[superoyaleace]

[he tries to stumble away out of instinct, but makes himself still and nod instead]

Thanks.

[abedofclover]

[carefully holding her arms out in order to carry him bridal-style]

Sit down slowly . . .

[superoyaleace]

[what how are you doing that he's so tall]

... right ...

[abedofclover]

[I'M LIKE FIVE FEET okay!!! going to start walking whenever a dumb rider lets himself be carried]

[superoyaleace]

[this would be really cute, if, you know, I wasn't missing a piece of my arm.]

That's pretty impressive, Hinami...

[abedofclover]

—It's not.

[superoyaleace]

It is to me.

[he manages a weak chuckle, cutting himself off on wince]

[abedofclover]

Mm.

[taking a moment to sort her thoughts out]

You don't have a lot of money. Right?

[superoyaleace]

... probably not enough, no.