[ Truth be told, there was no mistaking why Tsukiyama was invited to the house today. He knew that well, since Kaneki left very little room for misunderstanding on these matters, perhaps because he knew that if he were to give Tsukiyama an inch, he would surely take a mile. It was fair enough, he objectively knew, but ah, if only he were so lucky as to spend more time here...! Even if Kaneki only ever called him for this, it was always an honor that the little rats that he kept at his side didn't appreciate in the slightest.
But of course, Kaneki's demand is met with nothing less than a perfectly smooth, genial smile. There's not even parting words given to anyone else, though that's hardly surprising. As soon as Kaneki was around, Tsukiyama had a one-track mind. If Kaneki only wished for him to be the sword for now, then so be it. Surely with every fight, every chance he could prove himself an asset, he would be all the closer to his goal here. Even if no one trusted him at all, it was fine, because so long as Kaneki needed him, it didn't matter. So he stands to dutifully follow, the picture of the perfect, loyal knight in only his own head.
Once they make their way to the make-shift practice room, Tsukiyama's pleasant smile easily shifts to something a bit more vicious once Kaneki turns to look at him. It's a pleased smile, since of course that cold look sends a chill down his spine, but that too is more than acceptable. This is a familiar routine, so Tsukiyama laughs pleasantly as he closes his eyes. ]
[ He gestures outward with a flourish, and his own kagune curls out. It makes the elegant corkscrew around his arm, and when Tsukiyama opens his own eyes, both carry the familiar pitch black stained with the color of blood. His smile is easy and relaxed, but his posture shifts from that showy flourish to something more serious with ease.
It was dangerous, but at the same time, what a thrill it was...! Kaneki was so gentle that he wouldn't have even killed him a few months ago, but now? Well, with each match, he was less and less certain of that, but that was the fun of it too. It was the unspoken tension of these fights, since if either of them ever truly won, truly went too far, then it would be the end of the other. And when Tsukiyama would love nothing more than to tear right into Kaneki's flesh to sample it once more, well.
The control needed added made it something more wonderful than any fights that he had ever partaken before. ]
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But of course, Kaneki's demand is met with nothing less than a perfectly smooth, genial smile. There's not even parting words given to anyone else, though that's hardly surprising. As soon as Kaneki was around, Tsukiyama had a one-track mind. If Kaneki only wished for him to be the sword for now, then so be it. Surely with every fight, every chance he could prove himself an asset, he would be all the closer to his goal here. Even if no one trusted him at all, it was fine, because so long as Kaneki needed him, it didn't matter. So he stands to dutifully follow, the picture of the perfect, loyal knight in only his own head.
Once they make their way to the make-shift practice room, Tsukiyama's pleasant smile easily shifts to something a bit more vicious once Kaneki turns to look at him. It's a pleased smile, since of course that cold look sends a chill down his spine, but that too is more than acceptable. This is a familiar routine, so Tsukiyama laughs pleasantly as he closes his eyes. ]
Ravissant, Kaneki-kun.
[ He gestures outward with a flourish, and his own kagune curls out. It makes the elegant corkscrew around his arm, and when Tsukiyama opens his own eyes, both carry the familiar pitch black stained with the color of blood. His smile is easy and relaxed, but his posture shifts from that showy flourish to something more serious with ease.
It was dangerous, but at the same time, what a thrill it was...! Kaneki was so gentle that he wouldn't have even killed him a few months ago, but now? Well, with each match, he was less and less certain of that, but that was the fun of it too. It was the unspoken tension of these fights, since if either of them ever truly won, truly went too far, then it would be the end of the other. And when Tsukiyama would love nothing more than to tear right into Kaneki's flesh to sample it once more, well.
The control needed added made it something more wonderful than any fights that he had ever partaken before. ]
Shall we?