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Ken Kaneki ([personal profile] ghoulking) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2017-09-03 02:31 pm

September Catch-all

WHO: Kaneki and others
WHERE: all the cities
WHEN: All through September
WHAT: catch-all for Kaneki.
WARNINGS: TBA

Prompts are in the comments. If you'd like a prompt, you can contact me through PM or on my plurk [plurk.com profile] vilani , OR you can always go wildcard on me and make something yourself, I'll tag along c:
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[personal profile] d33tached 2017-09-18 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sand is a bit frustrating at first. Eventually D33 opts to remove his shoes so as to keep them free of it and-- Well, actually. That does feel quite nice on the feet. As they near the ocean though, the man becomes increasingly nervous. He had read about how vast the waters were in books, but even standing here on the shore only watching one stretch of it, the sheer amount of water is simply overwhelming. They're still a good yard or two away from its edge when D33 stops mid-walk, he's glued to the tide lapping up onto the shore and then drifting back out.]

I, ah...[Apparently he sounds as nervous as he looks, but he doesn't want either, so he clears his throat, gets himself together a bit, and tries to think of an excuse as to why he won't go closer.]

Perhaps we might sit here for a moment. This view is quite something.
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[personal profile] d33tached 2017-09-20 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. The sun will be setting soon, won't it? That was always quite something to see out in the open, or at least D33 had found it to be. Underground, they'd had nothing more than a small skylight to watch the sky change through. He'd seen the sun set plenty of times during his missions, sure, but. This was something like freedom, wasn't it? Watching the sun set with someone that he has chosen to spend his time with.

[And the ocean. As frightening as it might be, there is something rather...majestic? Is that the right word? Overwhelming, maybe, would be more apt. He eyes it with a sort of reverent caution as he takes a seat in the sand, resting his arms over his knees and putting his eyes to the sky as if he'll miss the sunset otherwise.

[What a...strangely nice day this has been. He doesn't say so. He's not concerned to. He doesn't dare question the feeling out loud lest it be taken from him. So he'll just stay silent, watching the sky, smelling the salt and burrowing his feet in the sand.]