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Entry tags: | !log/thread/narrative, tokyo ghoul: kaneki ken, ∙ plot: 013 rock lobster, ◌ inactive: addie larue |
Ken had arrived several months ago now and was figuring things out as he went. When he first arrived, he was a bit of a recluse. After all, who could blame him with everything that he went through back home? Being persecuted just for being you was not an easy way to live. Things were a bit better, now, but they were not great, all the same. Until he came here. And no one seemed to care that he was a ghoul. And he could openly talk about how he needed to eat. People even offered him up recipes to help him feel more included. Who knew this sort of world even existed? Ken didn't. He knew people back home would love to trade places with him and be here for this, but that was neither here, nor there, for now. It wasn't until Nancy befriended him that Ken opened up a bit more. She pushed him out of his shadow, so to speak, forced him to open up even more, and now that that lid was off, Ken was reaching out more. He officially (finally) joined the book club, and when the owner mentioned how stressed she was, he saw it as the perfect opportunity to be helpful. What better job for a book nerd than at a book store? Getting the job was so easy, Ken was surprised. He really shouldn't have been, because he was a former literature student. It had been a while since he'd been one, mind you, but his love for books never faded. Dressed in a pair of nice jeans and his comfortable black turtleneck tank top, Ken approached Pagemaster and stepped inside. Don't just browse the shelves. You have to actually go and talk to her this time, Ken instructed to himself as he moved through the store. He did, occasionally, get distracted by the books he was looking at, shaking his head and forcing himself to keep on walking, because he didn't need to be any more distracted than he was currently. As soon as he saw Addie, he smiled a bit awkwardly. He didn't wear the eye patch here any more. Most people knew he was a ghoul by now; if people saw his eye change, no one really said anything. He was much more controlled about it, at least, now. Maybe because of that. His white hair may stand out for her, but it's not like she hadn't seen him around before now either. He had a covered cup of plain black coffee in hand, and as he approached, he made a standard greeting: "Hi, Addie. Thank you so much for considering me." |