[Food might not be terribly important to Kaneki anymore--but it was still hellishly important to him. American food was a bit weird to him, still, but the moment he saw 'hot dogs' on the menu at the diner--he was sold. He was coming back out of the hall; food wrapped in tinfoil and a can of something sugary and carbonated in the other; it's not hard to find his friend.
Scuttling over to him, he gently nudges him with an arm(an action he's found that's like trying to push a wall; in recent), he offers Kaneki a grin. But ... he's staring down at the others' drink. A curious look already passing over his face.]
...You can drink that? [He asks, a question he never really got to ask before; having always wondered--Ghouls were known to fake-eat and drink things--but. If Kaneki didn't have to force himself, Hide was going to tell him so, right now.]
If it's gross, you shouldn't force yourself, yanno.
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Scuttling over to him, he gently nudges him with an arm(an action he's found that's like trying to push a wall; in recent), he offers Kaneki a grin. But ... he's staring down at the others' drink. A curious look already passing over his face.]
...You can drink that? [He asks, a question he never really got to ask before; having always wondered--Ghouls were known to fake-eat and drink things--but. If Kaneki didn't have to force himself, Hide was going to tell him so, right now.]
If it's gross, you shouldn't force yourself, yanno.