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

Standing before her now was clearly a proud and quick footed man's shadow. Perhaps she didn't quite pick up on it right away, but he was certain she'd see it soon. Something that could have half it's body completely obliterated and eventually recover from it. Something that had grown very accustomed to devouring the flesh of those who sit comfortably at the top of the food chain. Almost as if it were tied down and had it's organs plucked from it's chest until what grew in their place was shallow imitations of once was so very alive. This was Shin now, just the decayed shell that used to be known as Jackal. The sight of his mask alone would be enough to reignite the flames of uncertainty and fear in Veteran doves. He'd rip into the bodies of the most fit young men employed by the CCG the same night he had hunted down and cannibalized whatever annoying ghoul he felt to be least deserving of their Kagune. And now, he found his hollow form pulling a smile together as he adored this mysterious girl who held his basket of dirty clothes. Perhaps because he seemingly performed normal human functions, she wasn't capable of seeing the haunting decay his body was undergoing. Even now, the will he's summoned to subvert his raw instincts to rip his food from her delicious body has shattered his ability to remain completely sane. He didn't have to peer over his shoulder to know that the dolls had returned and sat upon his bed behind him. These imaginary shapes that embody the cracks in his psyche would chant to him, and he'd ignore them with bliss. Oh, yeah, there's a few things we'll need. I'll fetch them. How about you wait for me by the door? It's a short walk out to the wash room. He'd given her permission to escape to his door as he sought another chance to pull himself together and cover those cracks in his psyche as much as possible before they could go. He knew he sort of shrugged off her request to help him, but that's because doing his laundry for him was plenty enough and as a human, she'd probably never really be able to understand his condition. Most ghouls lose their mind completely after a month of starvation. He's long past that. And a minimum of consumption would be required to remain alive, naturally. Shin's been capable of shirking that minimum for a long time now. Pulling open his closet, he was met by the direct sight of three more dolls of his likeness. One wore a stitched version of his mask, holding down the hands of another doll as the third pulled at it's string and tore open it's chest. Reaching right past these figments of his imagination, Shin snatched a hefty orange bottle of cleaner and a box of some fabric cleaner stuff that he remembered being important. And yet, he didn't really look into it's uses. The simple fact remained, to achieve his ideal state of both clean and cozy he'd have to use both products. Shutting the closet with his foot, he left the dolls behind him in his room as he made his way out to her with a smile. Unaware, his Kakugan had crept back out. It was in full bloom the moment he heard the chants of the dolls from earlier. The reflection of his face had shook the male a little. It was a contained shock, as he lacked the energy to make a whole show about his surprise. I'll have to keep my eyes under control. He laughed, setting the box down as he brought his arm up to his mouth and allowed his mouth to rest around it as if he were going to take a big bite. After a minute, he'd reveal his eyes to be normal once again and his arm would leave his mouth without any sign of blood or cuts. Much better. Oh, i think I forgot to grab a shirt. He'd laugh softly, snagging up the little box once again before opening his door. Let's hope no one sees us, hmm? He mused, making his way into the hall and up some stairs to be immediately greeted by about five washers on one side and five driers on the other. Just drop some of these two things in with the load. The machines run free!