Thread: ✗ ✘ øυϯ øƒ cøηϯяøℓ ✘ ✗ [Viktoff Samson & SoTheySay]

The moment he had where he stood behind her as she looked up into his eyes, it was the first moment he realized just how human she was on the inside. There remained a good chance that she wasn't a ghoul her whole life, or maybe she simply lacked most of the features a ghoul would normally have. The stories told of a half human and half ghoul depicted a one-eyed monster of sheer strength and speed, but this woman who looked up into his eyes was anything but a monster. Maybe a fellow human would call her one when they saw her eye, but even the starved Shin could read her like a book. Though the actual duration of their eye contact was short, it could have felt like it took longer than it really did. A lot of information could have been transfered from their eye contact. Being a ghoul himself and with a wealth of experience of both their biology and the symptoms of starvation, he could tell that she needed a bite to eat. However, the diet someone like her would need could still include human food as far as Shin knew. Although, one thing was for certain, he wasn't entirely sold on the idea that she was born half-ghoul. The flavor of her fear wasn't quite right. His steps ahead of her would be enough to create a distance, but he'd seemlessly slow down if she struggled to keep close. Without even looking back, he seemed to be more than capable of measuring exactly how far behind him she would have been. The eccentrically dressed and long ashen haired male also possessed an almost expert timing for when he'd chose to take a corner before her. Though she probably wouldn't catch up to see it, his eyes were intense in their observation of their surroundings and the path ahead. Silently, he would curse his faulty starving brain for letting him jump from his own window without the Machete. If they were jumped by another ghoul or if she was somehow tricking him, one lucky hit from a Kagune could really fuck him up. Had she only knew just how much trouble Shin was willing to get himself into just to help her out, he'd wonder just what sort of emotions this curious one-eyed ghoul would display. As they'd march up the steps and in through the front door of the apartment building, he'd find his smile when he would feel her drawing closer. Either she was a clever assassin sent by his family to pop a Kagune through his chest cavity, or there was a chance she was growing to trust him more. Both options could have been completely incorrect, and the first one was least likely. They'd pass the reception office, which was unattended as it was so early in the morning. There was an elevator, but he walked right past it and expected her to do the same. Had they taken the elevator, they would have made their way to his apartment much sooner. And yet, if anyone pressed the button on a floor between them and the third floor, they would have been trapped and she would have had to stand in the small elevator with a human. Even Shin would have a hard time not popping a hand into them for a fist full of delicious human meat. It really didn't help that this particular apartment building housed some of the most well-fed, phsyically active and emotionally sorted humans Shin has ever met. The Gym was close by, the city had been pretty at night and there was a relatively low rate of crime. Two flights of stairs led them to the third floor as he led her across a hall way. IF this were a hotel, there would be a door almost every five feet or so and on both sides. The space between the doors marked that the apartments were a great deal larger than hotel rooms, which would be good since apartments were meant to be lived in. The white walls and strangly mixed colored carpets provided no comfort, and the smell was entirely healthy human. Knowing Shin's convictions, this particular apartment building would be complete hell to live in and nobody would think to hunt him down here. However, the windows at each end of the hall did let in some normal breeze. City air wasn't great, but the breeze certainly helped. The final door was apartment thirty-six, and he'd waste no time trying to hide the pin number as he punched it in with his index finger and then entered his apartment. The door was left open as a decently roomy livingroom was the immediate destination. He'd let her close the door behind her as he stepped past the television and the angled couch that could seat seat three before it'd bend at ninety degrees and then had more room to seat three more. The window of this room was just above the back of the couch. This would be innappropriate for cats or small dogs as they could easy just fall out from the back of the couch if the window was open. The rug was a vibrant and frequently cleaned green and a glass coffee table with black legs sat equal lengths from the couch between it's two rows that were available for seating and potentially sleeping. The room wouldn't end there as the back of the couch opposite from the door didn't rest against a wall, it sort of marked the end of the carpet as a simple white panel floor began at that point. A simple wooden table with two chairs sat in the middle of this psuedo room as cupboards, a stove and a sink along with a fridge and a sideboard clearly defined this room as some sort of underused kitchen. A door that was to the left of the front door, her left, would lead to a moderate bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower, which was immaculately cleaned. The door in the kitchen which was directly opposite the front door was left open and clearly showed his room where the scent of the coffee escaped from. Yes. Ghouls can drink coffee. It's the only human food or beverage that doesn't taste vile or make ghouls violently ill. He chimed back in response. Though she couldn't see it, he was completely ignoring a tear in his own reality born from hunger. In reality, there wasn't much for decoration in the apartment. However, right now and in Shin's head, he saw tiny doll versions of himself when he had shorter dark hair. Their stitched little mouths tore open and sung little jingles about yummy humans and eating the girl who stood before his door. And yet, he completely ignored them and the pain wouldn't show on his face. My name's Ishine. I prefer Shin. He poked at the air with his index finger as he spoke to her, entering his room. Don't let ghouls fool you. They can swallow that vile human food and then spit it back up soon after to trick folk who'd otherwise be suspecting of them. He already assumed she either wasn't mostly ghoul, or was very recently inflicted with this bizzaro one-eyed ghouls status. The way he'd speak to her now would clearly display these assumptions. Go ahead, relax on the couch. I'll get you a cup with, well... Ghoul nutrients in it and we'll see how you take it. You can shower after. He instructed, still not losing his soft smile. As he grabbed a second brown cup, he'd pour the coffee into it and pop open the little white bag. The smell would be foul for a human, but immediately recognizable by ghoul instincts. Two scoops of red fleshy lumps into the cup was all he'd put into it before he'd stir the red tinted black coffee hard and fast. It'd take some work, but the little specs of fleshy red stuff were blended away with his efforts. Shin would snag a towel from the closet before he joined her in his living room, setting the towel down on the couch and the cup on the little glass top table. I don't have any woman's clothing. Hopefully you have a place to go, someone who could take you in, who'd have some bras or whatever for you. He didn't sound excited or sold on the idea that she'd need to go anywhere. Strangely enough, he wouldn't it sound like she was bothering him in the least. Without delay after his last word, he plopped himself onto the couch and laid back against the back of it.