“Bonjour, kirishima-san. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
❝Kaneki-kun,❞
She states flatly, a grievous groan of distaste bubbling up from a growling throat. Utter loathing is only applied to this ghoul before her and seeking any sort of curiosity from him she imagines is akin to cannibalizing one’s self.
❝Have you seen him? Don’t give me any of your perverse bullshit. ❞