voicetest | canon: tokyo ghoul | no spoilers past chap. 87 please

[trashprince]

Bellissimo! These icons, this journal, what fine work. I am so grateful that you've chosen to write me, dear player. I know I am not your usual fare, but consider me something new and refreshing-- a palate cleanser for your voracious, creative spirit.

[what's that, shū's player is feeling? immediate regret? yeah. that's the exact sensation.]

Don't be so bitter. I think we can have a grand time together. We can do whatever it is you like.

[what the player likes? playing protags or anti-heroes or not you. playing you is the worst. this is the worst.]

If I was to have one complaint... this username you've chosen. 'Trash.' That isn't to my tastes.

[lo and behold, nobody cared.]

What will Kaneki-kun think if he sees such a thing? You should change it immediately. I need to look my best.

[yeah, getting right on that.]

Grazie.

Comments

HOW ABOUT NO WAY IN THIS LIFETIME and wear a white tux the dress would clash with your style

[kafkaesk]

[He's as tense as a deer caught in the headlights. Kaneki is ready to flee at any given moment, at any sign of danger. He knows he can fight if he has to, but he's none too confident in a rematch with this particular opponent. Not now, not ever. To make matters worse, Tsukiyama wasn't making much sense. Forget finding a hole. He'll get a shovel, dig his own hole, and bury himself.]

I-I don't understand... [Just keep backing away, Ken. Make small talk, distract him, and when the moment is right, run for the hills.]

Touka-chan and I -- we saw you. ...You're not making any sense, Tsukiyama-san.

[And that was, frankly, far more terrifying than when his intentions were clear.

But.

There was one way it could make sense. Just one. Ken didn't have the stomach to even consider it.]

You were ... -- you couldn't have -- !!

a white tux for him, a black tux for you... a honeymoon in paris... he'll take your name...

[trashprince]

[It's sweet, this Kaneki. He's different from the one that Shū is becoming used to, so radically dangerous. This is the half-baked version, he's realizing. Delicate and sweet, with none of that deep, earthy richness. Without the seasoning of danger, oh, he still wants him, but his mouth doesn't water quite as much. In a sense, this is good for Kaneki; knowing what he could become, he'd never eat him as he is now.

In other senses, it's horrific and he should run.

But it's too late. Shū is fast and has an arm around his shoulders.]

I thought to taste a new delicacy. My own flesh helped me survive-- and soon I come back to you. I become a knight for you, mon cher. That must not have happened for you, yet. How unfortunate.

[Hand. Clenching. Tight.]

a kick to the shin, a punch to the gut... but paris sounds decent... (sorry for being late!!)

[kafkaesk]

[For one horrible moment, Ken felt absolutely defenseless.

As the weight of Tsukiyama's self-professed actions settled over their conversation, Ken tried even harder to shy away from the other man. He could feel his body tremble, though he refused to acknowledge it this time. He had to be strong - he had to be brave - he -- he had to! He -- he -- needed to get away from this dangerous man as soon as he possibly could he -- ]

Wh-why?! [It was a dangerous question. It would give him too many answers, too many terrible thoughts to dwell on. He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment he voiced it. There was nothing he needed to know from Tsukiyama - nothing that could be gained.

. . .

. . . come to think of it, there was nothing to stop Kaneki from defending himself. Nothing but his own weakness. And he didn't want that to stand in the way anymore. ...Okay.

First, he had to stay calm. Then, he could go ahead and try to break Tsukiyama's grip.

He thrust his arms outward, and tried to duck out of Tsukiyama's way. ...Now, if he remembered that technique, maybe he would have a better chance... ]