▌♚ s-rated-nxtcracker

What a polite boy, not wanting to step on toes and ask if she had some sort of illness. He was definitely one of the most, if not the most polite boys that she had met so far. Too bad he was usually on the war path to kill her kind. He had an eccentric mind it seemed, pity that he was also stained in the blood of her kin. Which, usually, that meant little to her but she couldn’t let it just go either. 

“Nothing?” She asked, finding it rather surprising that he didn’t do anything with them. “Surely someone you care about would love them as a present,” she said, unsure if the Doves were even capable of love. Of course, that wasn’t entirely fair since she knew it had to be so or else they would have long-since stopped plaguing the ghouls. 

“I didn’t know what you did with them but they are too magnificent to be just left,” she said as she turned to face him, finding it slightly…exhilarating that she was this close to death…again. “Well if you’re not going to do anything with it, may I buy it from you? Name your price, money isn’t a problem. It would look fabulous hanging on my wall,” she said as she gave him a smile, opening up her clutch so that she could write him a check if he so desired…or she could pay in cash. whichever he so chose. She just had to have it. 

♚ —— HE SIMPLY BLINKED _{in response, her words
sounding foreign to him. Was that what people usually did with their
drawings ? Maybe he could make one for Shinohara, but he didn’t know
how that would help considering the man was in a coma. There wasn’t
anyone else he could say he cared about, even though there were
some people that he felt responsible for, like his squad members.}

          _{Crimson optics widened at the vocables that followed. “Magnificent” ?
          He did love to draw, & like his work. But he was a realist. His drawings
          were expressions of the only thing he was passionate about outside the
          office. They weren’t made to impress, to be magnificent. They were just
          made to pass his time doing what he liked to do. He found the woman
          strange, especially the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he
          was supposed to know who she was.}

              ❛ –— IF YOU _{say so. ❜}

_{he shrugged as vocables spilled from his lips in a sing-song voice,
slippers tapping against the tarmac to an unknown tune, before
freezing at her words. She wanted to buy his drawing ? Somehow
the idea of giving it away felt like letting out a personal secret    he
didn’t want to do it. But he didn’t care much for his old pieces. His
attachment would last only a day, & he knew it. But he didn’t want
her coming back & asking him.}

         ❛ –— I DON’T WANT

_{to. I don’t care about the money
               either. But if you really want a drawing, I can give you one of}

               _{my older ones. Just pay me enough to buy a decent dinner.}

_❜

mama's little pet.	❛ –— how many good boy points did i get, mama ? ❜ childhood verse; where he had been kidnapped when he was very young lives as the pet human of an abusive, influential ghoul called Big Madam, who he calls "mama", who regularly tortures him to lessen his ability to feel pain.
❛ –— hang in there ! hang in there ! don't let this end too soon ! ❜ scapper verse; where he works as a scapper in the ghoul restaurant, killing the "meals" bought to the stage to amuse influential ghouls. His sense of fear & morality disappears.	hang in there.
chaos in stitches.	❛ –— whether i live or die isn't that big a deal... ❜ default verse; where he is rescued & trained & joins the CCG, fighting with no other purpose but to exterminate the ones he is told to.
❛ –— i'll work hard, for your part as well. that is my salvation. ❜ post-timeskip verse; where he works hard to honor shinohara's sacrifice, fighting with that sole purpose in his mind. A sense of morality begins to slowly form within him.	fight with a purpose.