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[abedofclover]

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

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[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.

[abedofclover]

Me, either. They can fix your arm and we can pay for it afterwards, though. With some tasks.

[superoyaleace]

"We..." You don't have to do them, you know. It's my arm.

[abedofclover]

And I hurt it.

["don't argue with me" tone]

[superoyaleace]

Other people taking responsibility really isn't my style...

[sort of just mumbles that, and protests no further]

[abedofclover]

. . . Sorry.

[superoyaleace]

Don't be. It's not your fault.

[abedofclover]

[that doesn't help much]

Do you read?

[superoyaleace]

Like, in general, or as a hobby?

[abedofclover]

In general.