I do. He might be having issues with his communicator, or might not be looking at it, but he's safe.
[In a sense of the word safe, that is. Maybe not safe from himself, but the only real terror that can threaten in Will's bait shop is those tacky clothes or the crickets making a great escape.]
[She wishes she could feel relieved, but if anything, it only makes her worry more.] Did...did you talk to him, then? Did he say anything about why he left?
Maybe. Maybe not. I've found it easier for both of us to not ask unless it's something I absolutely have to know.
[And Ken found it easier to not ask Will for permission to do things, either. He just told him he was going to do something and as long as Will could get in contact with him, they were good to go. They didn't get along just because of their issues with human flesh consumption, surprise surprise.]
[Talks about not asking questions, what she says prompts him to immediately think of one. And sit on it for a moment, silent, debating if this is the best course of action. Ken's open about it, and if Will's served as his parole officer well enough they still keep in contact after...surely that speaks to Will being okay to discuss this with in some way, right?]
Ken is a ghoul, Ken eats people, Ken being friends with humans is sort of like a fox in a rabbit fur broing it up with fluffy bunnies like he's one of them. The coyote in the chicken coop with a chicken mascot suit on. Unless it's some weird relationship where she gets off on that kind of guy being around. Twilight with cannibals!]
Oh. [Eloquent as a brick, this one. Is she lying or had he insulted her by asking? It is a mystery.] I just. Assumed that—sorry?
[He doesn't know if he should apologize, but it feels polite. There it is, abrupt and confused. But better than abrupt and mocking or clearly insincere, right?]
[Eloquent as a brick is right. Even keeping up with the lie feels embarrassing at this point. But if there's a chance it's actually throwing him off, she feels like she has to take it.
The fewer people who know about her, the better.]
Assume-
...why? Because I know about him? It's not exactly a secret.
Ken's diet requires consumption of human flesh. In my experience, that's not something other humans take to very well and could be quite the strain on any relationship, so... [There's a quiet shift of fabric if she can pick up on it; s h r u g.] I hadn't meant it as an insult.
[And then before he can think of an awkward goodbye he realizes his manners have been ATROCIOUS. Even if he can see her name on the communicator HE IN NO WAY CAN PRONOUNCE THAT PROPERLY WITHOUT A REFERENCE oh God white people problems oh God he's so white oh God Hannibal never taught him any real Japanese everything is awful this is distressing.]
[Manners? It's not like she should've introduced herself to this guy she called out of nowhere or anything...Yeeaah, her manners have probably been worse...but SHE WASN'T REALLY THINKING ABOUT IT A WHOLE LOT, OK.]
[mOTHER FUCkEr JUST ONE NAME IS SHE FOR REAL asking for anything more would be awkward and, technically! This is what she's introduced herself as so Will calling her anything else would be rude of him he doesn't need to hear the mysterious last name.]
Nice to meet you, Touka. Despite the circumstances. [Spoilers: Will says her name properly because he basically parrots the pronunciation she gave him, total wash otherwise.] Hopefully they'll be better for everyone if we cross paths again.
[TOO BAD, you'll have to play guessing game with her last name next time they meet. Luckily, the parroting skills are enough to get by with the first one.]
...R-right. You too. Sorry we had to meet by me springing this on you. [AND SORRY WILL, BUT SHE'S NOT TOO EAGER TO SEE SOMEONE AGAIN WHO ASKED IF SHE'S A GHOUL...Could you just forget about that, maybe? It'd make her life a lot easier. Thanks.]
[He won't even try tbh. Or he could ask Ken, that might do the trick.]
No problem. [There have been worse first meetings, this is just fine.] Have a good one.
[Click.
He'll forget unless it gets brought up with Ken and maybe he'll bring it up but it's okay cannipapa takes other people's secrets (especially dark-haired young women, it's a disease) to the grave all the time, no worries.]
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[In a sense of the word safe, that is. Maybe not safe from himself, but the only real terror that can threaten in Will's bait shop is those tacky clothes or the crickets making a great escape.]
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[One way to word it that doesn't imply Ken's staying anywhere in particular thanks to Will, however clunky it might be.]
And I didn't ask.
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I guess even if you did, he wouldn't give an answer. Or not a straight one. [At least, that's what would've happened to her.]
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[And Ken found it easier to not ask Will for permission to do things, either. He just told him he was going to do something and as long as Will could get in contact with him, they were good to go. They didn't get along just because of their issues with human flesh consumption, surprise surprise.]
Are you a...friend of his?
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Yeah. From home.
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Are you a ghoul, too?
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Ah......
...what? No.
[..................Smooth.
She's usually better at thisAND NO, WILL. YOU CANT JUST ASK SOMEONE IF THEY'RE A GHOUL.]
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Ken is a ghoul, Ken eats people, Ken being friends with humans is sort of like a fox in a rabbit fur broing it up with fluffy bunnies like he's one of them. The coyote in the chicken coop with a chicken mascot suit on. Unless it's some weird relationship where she gets off on that kind of guy being around. Twilight with cannibals!]
Oh. [Eloquent as a brick, this one. Is she lying or had he insulted her by asking? It is a mystery.] I just. Assumed that—sorry?
[He doesn't know if he should apologize, but it feels polite. There it is, abrupt and confused. But better than abrupt and mocking or clearly insincere, right?]
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The fewer people who know about her, the better.]
Assume-
...why? Because I know about him? It's not exactly a secret.
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Ken's diet requires consumption of human flesh. In my experience, that's not something other humans take to very well and could be quite the strain on any relationship, so... [There's a quiet shift of fabric if she can pick up on it; s h r u g.] I hadn't meant it as an insult.
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But he's fine. Kaneki's not the sort of person who would hurt a human. [Not willingly, anyway.]
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[Not willingly, anyway.]
All I can really tell you, though, is what I already have. He'll get back in touch with you when he's ready, I'm sure.
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Alright...thank you. I appreciate it.
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You're welcome. Anything else?
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You know how to reach me in case you need to.
[And then before he can think of an awkward goodbye he realizes his manners have been ATROCIOUS. Even if he can see her name on the communicator HE IN NO WAY CAN PRONOUNCE THAT PROPERLY WITHOUT A REFERENCE oh God white people problems oh God he's so white oh God Hannibal never taught him any real Japanese everything is awful this is distressing.]
What's your name?
Will omg
It's Touka.
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Nice to meet you, Touka. Despite the circumstances. [Spoilers: Will says her name properly because he basically parrots the pronunciation she gave him, total wash otherwise.] Hopefully they'll be better for everyone if we cross paths again.
DJKFL:AJ
...R-right. You too. Sorry we had to meet by me springing this on you. [AND SORRY WILL, BUT SHE'S NOT TOO EAGER TO SEE SOMEONE AGAIN WHO ASKED IF SHE'S A GHOUL...Could you just forget about that, maybe? It'd make her life a lot easier. Thanks.]
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No problem. [There have been worse first meetings, this is just fine.] Have a good one.
[Click.
He'll forget unless it gets brought up with Ken and maybe he'll bring it up but it's okay cannipapa takes other people's secrets (especially dark-haired young women, it's a disease) to the grave all the time, no worries.]