[tsukiyama doesn't quite know what to do with himself as he passes by all the exquisite looking restaurants. he's not quite sure why, but the smell is actually making him salivate? which is a weird feat since the only thing that makes him salivate is the scent of a human ripe for the picking, but c'est la vie. he wanders to each restaurant that's close to him and sniffs the air curiously. he looks fucking weird doing it too, i'm sorry-- the best way to avoid him is to just look down and keep trucking on.
unless he stops you. in which case he's going to do to anyone passing by him. he waves his arm in attempt to flag you down.] Scusi, scusi! Do you know where these delicious smells are coming from? They are most exquisite and fit for someone of my... [status? self??] caliber!
[it's a fucking hamburger, get over yourself tsukiyama....]
shopping gate b.
[now that he knows where the smell is coming from he has most definitely ordered himself something. it would be weird to go on and on about it smelling so great without tasting it; even if it'll end up in the toilet later. after all that's what ghouls have to do in the world of humans. he brings the fork to his mouth and nibbles trepidly on the meat that's on it and-- oh... oh. for once, he doesn't feel like puking it out! the meat doesn't taste like rubber that's been dipped in car oil! this is... this is--] C'est très magnifique!! Does it always taste like this?
[and with that he digs in to the hamburger steak ravenously. tsukiyama please there are children roaming around. think of the children.....]
shopping gate c.
[and now for something a little more serious. tsukiyama isn't quiet sure how he ended up in a place like this. one minute he was on a helipad on top of a roof in japan looking at sasaki and then the next he was... waking up in a lawn of a suburban neighborhood. it was really surreal. in fact tsukiyama thought it was some kind of dream at first. almost as if the coffee he had earlier had been spiked to hell and back; though the pit he had in his stomach told him otherwise.
he found the paperwork saying that he was married and apparently a homeowner now-- but it just didn't feel right? one minute he was running for his life, fighting to survive. and the next he was... handed this kind of... fake life? it didn't sit well with tsukiyama. he's sure this isn't what his servants or father had in mind when they wanted him to live on. he didn't really know what to do, so he wandered throughout town in mild despair.
until he saw a piano in one of the shops. he was so overpowered by the desire to play out his troubles that he sort of just... waltzed right in and sat down on the bench in front of the piano. he used to play chopin and scream at the top of his lungs when he was younger to help calm his nerves, but, he had a feeling doing that would get him kicked out as quickly as he waltzed in. so instead, he just started playing whatever chopin arrangement came to mind. it did help to an extent.]
shuu tsukiyama | tokyo ghoul
unless he stops you. in which case he's going to do to anyone passing by him. he waves his arm in attempt to flag you down.] Scusi, scusi! Do you know where these delicious smells are coming from? They are most exquisite and fit for someone of my... [status? self??] caliber!
[it's a fucking hamburger, get over yourself tsukiyama....]
shopping gate b.
[and with that he digs in to the hamburger steak ravenously. tsukiyama please there are children roaming around. think of the children.....]
shopping gate c.
he found the paperwork saying that he was married and apparently a homeowner now-- but it just didn't feel right? one minute he was running for his life, fighting to survive. and the next he was... handed this kind of... fake life? it didn't sit well with tsukiyama. he's sure this isn't what his servants or father had in mind when they wanted him to live on. he didn't really know what to do, so he wandered throughout town in mild despair.
until he saw a piano in one of the shops. he was so overpowered by the desire to play out his troubles that he sort of just... waltzed right in and sat down on the bench in front of the piano. he used to play chopin and scream at the top of his lungs when he was younger to help calm his nerves, but, he had a feeling doing that would get him kicked out as quickly as he waltzed in. so instead, he just started playing whatever chopin arrangement came to mind. it did help to an extent.]