Tell me, do you always speak in shitty cliches, or is this a special case?
[ Still, she's smiling in spite of herself, and she can't help but be reminded of a certain dark-haired boy with a post-op eyepatch. There's a certain gentleness in this stranger's demeanor that makes her think of Kaneki Ken, crying out in front of Anteiku all those years ago, refusing to eat meat but desperately begging her for help. She saw glimmers of it in the CCG's Sasaki Haise, and she sees it now in the way this customer is looking at her.
Lambs in wolves' clothing. Touka would never admit to having a type, but if she did, that would nail it right on the head. ]
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[ Still, she's smiling in spite of herself, and she can't help but be reminded of a certain dark-haired boy with a post-op eyepatch. There's a certain gentleness in this stranger's demeanor that makes her think of Kaneki Ken, crying out in front of Anteiku all those years ago, refusing to eat meat but desperately begging her for help. She saw glimmers of it in the CCG's Sasaki Haise, and she sees it now in the way this customer is looking at her.
Lambs in wolves' clothing. Touka would never admit to having a type, but if she did, that would nail it right on the head. ]
Who are you?