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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-29 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Throughout the span of this project, Haise has mostly been in the dark. He's been told where to report to, hooked up to machinery, had to supply samples of various sorts and spend more time being poked and prodded at than anything else. In all that time he's been unsure what the end result is meant to be — only that in the end, Kaneki isn't supposed to be haunting him anymore.

Release from that shadowy dread is at once something he hopes and fears for. He doesn't know what to make of the feeling, something nagging at him even as he thinks that he ought to be relieved. For time time now, he's felt the presence of Kaneki in the back of his awareness, sometimes quiet and others so loud it's impossible to ignore.

It was troublesome, the CCG had concluded, and so here he was.

That is, until one day he's told that they've finished. Haise has never known what the endgame was, but he does know that the nightmares have stopped. It doesn't feel as though something's scratching at the edges of his awareness anymore, instead a curious stillness settles over him. A void, like he's been hollowed out, and it only further begs the question of what 'finished' really meant.

When he's shown into the lab he sees exactly what it means, and all he can do is stare in abject disbelief, wide grey eyes taking in the sight of a curious figure. He's never looked at him, always too afraid, but somehow he knows immediately]


...Kaneki?

[Haise's voice comes out small and strained]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-29 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's like

seeing the sun for the first time, in a long while

and being unable to close his eyes. It's blinding.

Someone calls his name, and the voice is a familiar one. It speaks from a mouth that was once his, and it is far gentler than he remembered it to be. Haise Sasaki stands before him, tense and clearly startled by this turn of events. What did you truly expect, he wants to tell him, this is what they consider 'a release'. But, this flesh of his is too new, hyper-sensitized, and his throat seizes up, uttering but a single, muted sound that could be shock, could be rejection. Of all people, he doesn't want Haise Sasaki to see him this way. Wrapped up in hospital scrubs, pieced together by some manner of wild science from what remained in Haise Sasaki's newly minted brain. He didn't want this. But, if this is how it will be - ]


Haah.

[ It's about all he can manage, half a wheeze, half a laugh.

He stretches a hand out, as if trying to reach across the room, and matches his fingers up with the length of Haise's throat. Miming the motion of seizing him by the throat, hard and fast. He's so tired, though. Though his fingers twitch, there's no strength in him. Can you still hear me, he thinks at Haise, and huffs a frustrated, resigned sound. So, this is how things are. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-29 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[He follows the gesture nervously, and to his discomfort, he thinks he recognizes what Kaneki is doing. And even here, in a tangible form he doesn't quite seem able to control yet, his former self is intimidating. Haise swallows uncomfortably, his first instinct to look back at the door. Predictably it's been shut behind him without his notice, his shoulders bunching up now that he does, given the distinct impression that he's been locked in a tiger's cage along with it.

When he decides the door isn't going to yield under his staring, he reluctantly looks to Kaneki again. The silence that settles heavily between them is one he doesn't elect to interrupt, not quite trusting his voice, and further uncertain what he could possibly say. Rather than speak, then, he takes stock of the person across the room.

He seems weary, this newly crafted him-but-not. Maybe that's a part of whatever process it was. Despite the quiet he's been given, Haise isn't sure that he would have gone along with this had he known what the scientists were really doing. What does it mean for Kaneki, to be this way? Afraid as he is, the thought still occurs to him. He'd always pictured the other as so much stronger, but only the vestigial intimidation remains.

It's sufficient to keep him rooted in place by the door, at least, hands clasped a little too tight]


...I'm sorry.

[He startles himself with the words, because he doesn't know why he's sorry]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-30 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ The shape of his hands, the length of his limbs, the white of his hair - it's all familiar, but being without for so long leaves him disoriented, as though he's stepped into a new suit and all the seams are wrong. The young man standing before him wears the body he'd been intimately familiar with, and this new one - practically identical, save for the placement of his new surgical scars - is foreign territory. He assumes it's the chemicals, the drugs, the medicines that the doctors have had him on, keeping him subdued and slowed, that put him at ill ease with the movements of his body. Kaneki drops his grasping hand into his lap, and scowls.

He's still so tired.

Braced in the wheelchair he had been "escorted" into, he pulls the thin material of his shirt tighter around his ribs with one hand. The other, he turns over in his lap, crooking a finger at Haise Sasaki. Wordlessly, he's commanding him to come closer. Stop lingering by the door, as nobody will allow him to leave until they witness whatever it is that they're looking for. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-30 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[With the wary manner in which Haise is watching him, he assuredly see that gesture. Even so, he lingers in place, an awkward dark pillar in this stark white room, hands still clasped too tight and shoulders rigid. Kaneki looks almost harmless where he sits, and yet he doubts anything will convince him that this is truly the case. On some deeper level, he's certain that it isn't at all the case, because the presence in his mind has always loomed over him like the shadow of a far larger creature. Even now he sees it.

It takes no small measure of effort to inch closer, reluctance evident in the gradual way with which he approaches this task. He doesn't think he's going to be allowed to leave so easily, though he hasn't the first idea of what this is meant to accomplish. Whatever's expected of them now is about as clear to him as the nature of this project was.

Here and now, he's still not sure what this was supposed to yield in the long run. He doesn't think Kaneki is a presence easily controlled or influenced, least of all by him, so it can't be that.

What is it, then?

He doesn't know, and he halts beyond arm's reach, having ventured as far as he dares to go at the moment. Sedate as his company is, part of him suspects that could change at any moment, and he's spent quite some time being jeered at for his own weakness by this very individual]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-30 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Where Haise is wary, Kaneki is direct.

Despite that he-but-not lingers just out of his reach, Kaneki reaches for him anyways.

He leans forward in his chair expectantly, as his hand glides through the space between them. He nearly over-reaches, nearly tips forwards out of his chair - still feeling the imbalances and imperfections caused by sedation and newly-spun muscle structure. One hand has to hold fast to the arm of the chair he's in, as he stubbornly leans forwards and snatches for Haise's hand. Or his wrist. Or even a few fingers. Anything that he can find purchase on, and use as leverage. Enough, so that when he hauls backwards, shoving his weight back into the chair, he can drag Haise the rest of the way into the kill box.

Kaneki's other hand, the one that had been clutching at the arm of the chair, finds its way to Haise's face. His face, once. Thumb finding the corner of his mouth, while his other fingers hook into the angle of his jaw. As though preparing to physically tear his-but-not's face clear from bone. ( This is not what he does - instead, his thumb pushes forwards. Pressing the corner of Haise's mouth back, back further. Until he sees the glint of teeth and has set Haise's expression into an awkward half-smile. ) There. ]


Why this.
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-30 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite his wariness, Haise doesn't expect it when it comes. Kaneki seems barely able to move, and yet he catches and drags him closer regardless, forces him to stumble to maintain some sort of balance. It sends a thrill of alarm through him, now that he's physically present to grab hold of him like this, and the hand on his face doesn't help keep his thoughts from scattering in a dozen frantic directions, none of which help him to respond. Instead all he can think of is how that hand is too close to his eyes.

He doesn't know why it is, but he's wary of anything getting too close. His predisposition toward fearing what Kaneki represents only make this worse, and for too long all Haise can do is stare at a face entirely too close to his own both in appearance and physical proximity.

It takes more effort than he'd like to admit to remind himself to move. To catch Kaneki's hand and nudge it away. To try and stand up straight despite that surprising grip migrating to his wrist next. He should have kept further away. He sees that now, confronted and trapped as he feels]


I don't know.

[He admits, voice quiet if only because he can better control it that way. It's the truth of the matter; he really doesn't know. Of all the outcomes he might've imagined, giving Kaneki his own, separate body seems too much the stuff of science fiction for him to have considered.

Not to mention, it opens up a whole new realm of possibilities that disturb him]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-30 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ The explosion of movement seems to have taken enough out of him, that when Haise pushes his hand away from his face, Kaneki doesn't fight back. The smile he'd forced upon his face was awkward, unlike the smiles he had seen ( felt ) Haise wear so many times before. Earnest, kind little things. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel the pull of muscles in his brow, the way the corners of his mouth would curl. It's like being lost inside of Haise again, only now - he can open his eyes. Now, the ground is cool and solid below his feet.

Now, he can feel Haise's pulse ( formerly his, matching his ) hammering away behind the slender, strong bones of his wrist. That part of Haise, he has no intention of releasing. ]


They'll release me into your care, soon.

[ Talking is tiring, but he wants to ensure they're on the same page. ]

Stay close.

[ His hand, wrapped around Haise's wrist, tenses. On any other living creature, he could snap their bones with such a move. It's merely a tight hold, between the two of them. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The assertion, as with so much else, catches Haise by surprise. He wouldn't expect that he'd be made responsible for Kaneki, especially given that he was the cause for so much erratic — they often used the word inconvenient — behavior. Nothing about that had suggested that he would be able to do anything to mitigate anything that Kaneki might attempt, now that he's physically independent]

My—? But—

[He doesn't get any further before that grip around his wrist tightens like a vice. It doesn't damage him, but he recognizes the strength behind it, and that it could do much more than hurt if they weren't of the same biology. More than that, he knows if more effort were applied, he could be injured all the same.

Haise is left to wonder if it's a warning of some kind, but he isn't about to test is luck by inquiring, Instead, he swallows thickly, squaring his shoulders in some attempt to feel less like some small, trapped animal]


Just...don't touch my face.

[The audacity of that soft request doesn't escape him. It was Kaneki's face first]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-30 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He could not begin to say why. Only that he had overheard a conversation that resulted in the decision to release him into Haise's care. Kaneki holds no trust in that decision, and naturally expects that there is more than just an ulterior motive for placing him with the one who had once been. He doesn't answer Haise's perplexed utterings, but his hand is still wrapped tight about his wrist. There isn't any sign that he's thought to let go.

The smile that crosses his face is not kindly - but it is at least brief, when Haise asks him not to touch "his" face.

Using the grip he has on Haise's wrist, he tugs him to one side - because the door he had entered through is moments from to opening to admit the ones responsible for this entire set-up. Kaneki knows that he can also hear the footsteps, but positioning is everything when one is clearly unmatched. Only now, he lets go, and folds his hands together in his lap. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-31 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaneki's smile is in-line with Haise's expectations. He couldn't imagine him wearing such an expression with any believable warmth, for all that he'd haunted him for much of the brief span of his memory. For fear of him, he'd never looked his way, regardless of how many times he'd been prompted to do so, and he thinks perhaps that was the right choice.

Then again, he has no choice but to look, now.

With his wrist freed, Haise is quick to fold his arms behind him, tucking his hands neatly away from Kaneki's reach, or so he hopes. He'd been so distracted by all this that he'd failed to notice the sound of approaching footfalls, but they hammer in his ears now. He straightens his posture and watches the door, unsure what to expect, but holding to the hope that Kaneki had been wrong.

The door swings open and a middle-aged man in a lab coat strolls into the room, bespectacled gaze on the clipboard he's carrying rather than the two of them. He hardly bothers to look up, when he halts, intent instead on the paperwork he's reading. A hum or two is the sum total of what they're greeted with, and it's a wonder to Haise that the man didn't run into anything along the way.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the other man speaks up first]


I see you've exchanged your greetings, Sasaki.

[Once more, Haise makes an attempt to say something, but he's cut off before he manages much more than an initial sound]

Initial readings are within expected bounds, if a little low... RC levels aren't quite what we expected, but given the diet, not surprising. [The man's back to scanning his clipboard, casually leafing through pages] We'll be assigning Kaneki here as your subordinate, given your...unique circumstances.

[Now, Haise interrupts with a sputter, unconsciously moving a full step away from Kaneki's side as he stares at the doctor in open disbelief]

M-my sub- [The word chokes off before he can finish it, voice strained with alarm as it is. Why was Kaneki right?] But he hasn't even been through the academy—

[A logical argument to make, he thinks, except his reward is a dismissive wave]

You've given instruction before, haven't you, Sasaki? Besides which, he was technically present for your training...
Edited 2017-01-31 03:47 (UTC)
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[personal profile] decides 2017-01-31 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The expression he dons, when the man in the lab coat enters the room, is nothing short of sullen loathing. Lethargic as he is, it doesn't take much to sink back into the chair he's been placed in and stare daggers through the nonchalant, paper-pushing scientist who speaks to Haise and overlooks Kaneki. He is a fixture, in this room. A baton to be passed from one hand to the next, and the hands that he comes to rest in are ones that he is painfully, intimately familiar with.

Haise does not seem content with the man's assessment, nor the delivery of a decision that Kaneki had already been privy to, when he had been awoken from a long, dark slumber. It had been surreal, not recognizing when he had been pulled from Haise's mind ( had he? was he the same consciousness that had shared space with the other besides him, or was this something else entirely? ) and placed into a freshly minted form. ]


Hm.

[ The man in the lab coat does catch the quiet, derisive sound that Kaneki makes in the back of his throat.

That is the only acknowledgement that he receives, as all conversation is directed to the investigator at his side.

He'd like to leave this sterile, white place, and he does his best to convey the sentiment to Haise. It's difficult, when he cannot discern if their thoughts are still linked, or if Haise is even paying him mind as he drums his fingers irritably against his thighs. The two of them will be stuck together for some time, as subordinate and superior. For as long as they have purpose, he knows. Holding fast to Haise had robbed him of what little energy he'd possessed, and he can feel himself slipping, down and deep. He'll fall asleep if this goes on much longer, and hates the idea of taking his eyes off of either of them. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-01-31 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The conversation is something of a blur to Haise, after a point. He's aware that he's being spoken to, and he can feel himself answer from time to time, haltingly, but it's all muffled and indistinct. It's as though he's hearing everything from underwater, and the most prominent sound in the room is that of Kaneki drumming his fingers. It effectively drowns out everything else, and he could swear his nerves jump along with it as the conversation goes on.

He doesn't even know they're finished speaking until he's handed an envelope fat with documentation, and this he stares at owlishly as the scientist leaves the room with a comment he only vaguely registers. Regular reports. Yes, he always knows those are expected of him.

This is the first time he'll be responsible for filing any reports but his own. Haise's thumb brushes along one corner of the envelope he's holding, but for all his staring, he hasn't even read the words printed on it. All of this is some blur to him, and he's far from caught up to the madness of his situation. Of all the outcomes he might've anticipated from those tests, he wouldn't have ever conceived of not only having Kaneki separated from him and given tangible form, but having him placed under his care as though that made any sense at all.

He feels numb]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alongside him, Haise has quite possibly gone into shock.

They are no longer connected, but as Kaneki turns his uncovered eye on the other, he takes note of his silence. That thousand-yard stare as he clutches a file that is filled with a dense sheaf of paperwork, information. The care and feeding of your new PET, he thinks cruelly, as this is what he has been reduced to. They refer to him as "subordinate", but he is - and always has been - someone's pet project. Now, he has been left to Haise's care, and from what he is observing, the distribution of power between the two of them remains the same as it always has been. There is a new name to their relationship, but Kaneki will retain dominance. He threatens, simply by existing.

Kaneki stops drumming his fingers, without warning. ]


Hai-se.

[ He drags the syllables out, on purpose: slow and indolent, as he musters what little reserves of energy he has left. Out of sheer spite. Like hell if he's going to be wheeled out of here, when he would much rather walk out on his own steam. Carefully, he rises from the chair, holding the material they had dressed him in as he steps forward and turns to face his new "superior". ]

You're showing me such a weak side of yourself.

[ He doesn't want to stay here any longer. ]

I'm going. Do your duty.

[ Follow him. Keep an eye on him. Be responsible.

And he draws a deep breath to steady himself, and leaves the room ( despite having NO clue where he's going, yikes ). ]
Edited 2017-02-02 03:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-02 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Sedate as Kaneki appeared, it seems he has some reserves of fortitude after all. Haise lingers where he stands as the other half-ghoul leaves the room, watching his figure retreat from view before his posture relaxes incrementally. Not being within his line of sight is a minute relief, but only this much, because he knows that inevitably he'll have to follow. Not just follow, but remain in his proximity, perhaps for quite a long time.

The monster under his metaphorical bed is real now, more so than he ever was before, and Haise has to swallow down the disquiet that's lodged itself in his throat as he processes that. Maybe the rationale was that where one of them might be useful, two of them could be all the more so, but he knows better than to make such a presumption about someone like Kaneki.

He can only speculate as to what sort of leverage the CCG believes they have over Kaneki, but he remains dubious as to whether anything would ever work. So far as he's concerned, Kaneki is an unyielding, harsh surface upon which to press, and he'd sooner not.

Apparently, he hasn't any choice in the matter.

Heaving a tense sigh, he tucks the paperwork into a pocket inside his coat and grudgingly trails after his most unfriendly other half]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki steps out into the hall, and immediately has no idea which direction to go. What little he recalls from within the haze of Haise's memories is all but cut off now, as they have been separated mind and body. He believes that that direction is the correct one, and stands a few feet from the doorway, as though his burst of energy had rapidly waned ( it had; it still was ) and he had been unable to get much further. Smooth.

Eventually, Haise exits the room, apparently following. ]


There you are.

[ As though he were simply waiting for his tender-hearted "other half", and not lost. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-02 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Haise easily surmises that Kaneki doesn't know where to go. It's perhaps to his advantage, since he's supposed to keep track of him, but he knows better than to make any pithy comments. What he opts to do might not be ostensibly better, simply turning on his heel and heading in the other, correct direction. Since he's the one who knows where they're going, he isn't obliged to follow Kaneki around like a stray cat.

It's rather the other way around, isn't it?]


Restricted access, that way.

[Haise wonders if the sedatives have a dampening effect on senses too; he can certainly smell the chemicals coming from the hall beyond Kaneki's current position. Then again, his body might not have the same reaction to the scent. A curious notion, but perhaps not unlikely, new as that physical form must be.

Strong as they were, Kaneki's hands were so strangely soft]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-06 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silently, he waits for Haise. Lingering in the hallway with a hand pressed to the wall, keeping him steady while his body aches and tires. A side effect, perhaps, of how long the scientists and researchers had kept him asleep and silent, and the drugs still weighing his mind and body down. Stubbornly, he follows Haise - subject to the other's guidance in this moment. It's awful, it feels awful. Following this other-self. Being beholden to him. ]

Haise.

[ Again, he sings the other's name. Drawing the syllables out slowly, like he's talking through the fog. His feet, bare and silent as he walks along the hall. For a moment, he curses himself for his own weakness, but he is ill and the world is still muted. So, he reaches out and winds his arm around Haise's, hand wrapping around his wrist once more. The wall won't last forever, and they are to walk the same path. He assumes that he's not going to be given his own quarters, instead living with his "superior" - physically, the way they had shared the same mind not so long ago. ]

Hurry.
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[His name being singsonged to him is something he feels that he knows better than to answer, a clipped exhale his only response. It strikes him as being toyed with in some way even now, but then, hearing a voice much like his own saying his name had always been disquieting for a number of reasons.

Small as that response is, there isn't any mistaking the way Haise jolts when Kaneki catches his wrist again afterward. He'd thought they might be past that, seeing no further purpose for what he's surmised to be threats of a very particular nature, but it seems he was wrong. Despite the impulse to look at Kaneki's hand, he doesn't, grey eyes trained on the sterile white hall that yawns ahead of them]


You don't think I'd outpace you?

[The question isn't a question at all. He would move along faster if he didn't think that the other wasn't heavily sedated. But he does, and he knows precisely how sluggish he feels whenever he's been neutralized in that manner. It's a consideration of a kind, even if Kaneki never asked for it, and may not ever want it.

They might agree on which one of them is stronger under normal conditions, but right now, he has a minor advantage]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-06 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just because he is no longer looking out from within does not negate how he feels about Haise Sasaki. It just - complicates the narrative. The same way that being able to touch Haise complicates many, many more things on top of that. He holds fast to this other-him, the one who won't look his way and who can't stand being touched by him. That's good. That's better. ]

I don't.

[ His voice is clipped, his answer short, and it seems as though he's answered the question to his liking.

But, his head lolls a little. The weight of his body leaning heavily into Haise's, while his hand - no, his hands, as it seems the other one has come to wrap tight around Haise's forearm, quite literally coming to use the other as a crutch as they make their way. ]


I don't want to be here.
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-06 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[There's some sympathy in him for that, despite the manifest terror clinging to his arm. Leaning on him]

Checkups will surely be routine.

[Haise is about as comfortable as a crutch might be, his posture rigid. It becomes increasingly the case as Kaneki leans more heavily on him. At the same time that he knows his companion must be tired, he's also very aware that his grip could turn harsh at any moment, and that constant expectation hangs over his awareness as they walk. In fact, he's listening so intently for any sign of attack that he barely hears anything else.

When the corridor splits, he pauses there, looking one way and then the other. Debate may be something Kaneki can read in his features, even as he's attempted to steel his expression to avoid letting this other half of himself have some free opening to dig into. He's not so much lost as considering, and it doesn't take him long to turn and continue]


You can't go out like that.

[The words come by way of explanation, and he steers them into a locker-room, headed right for one he's familiar with. He's got extra clothes, and Kaneki can't wander the streets barefoot like this]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-08 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Routine checkups. Oh, and the level of contempt on his face after that statement -- ]

Bridges.

[ He'll burn them when it comes down to it, and not a moment sooner. There is very little he can find it in himself to focus on, in this moment. "Leaving" remains the top priority, with Haise's existence being a close second, if only because Haise's presence will be a thing he is unable to escape. And truly, he cannot escape, because Haise guides them in a direction that is definitely not an exit, and the sullen silence into which Kaneki has lapsed again only grows. His hands do, indeed, tighten around Haise's wrist - a reminder that he is real and displeased, but ultimately unable to currently protest the decision that has been made for him.

Decisions are meant to be his.

He does look down at himself - white hospital scrubs, bare feet. It's a utilitarian outfit, and it isn't as though his feet will be harmed by walking through the streets. There was very little that could harm either one of them, to that end. ]


Haise.

[ Unhappy, voicing it, but ultimately not protesting. He will not sit, however. If he sits, he won't be getting back up. ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-08 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's cold outside.

[The show of displeasure is something Haise studiously ignores, aware as he is that there's nothing for it. Anyone wandering the streets in hospital scrubs would garner far more attention than he wants, and doubtless more than the CCG wants. Perhaps more than Kaneki himself would be interested in attracting, at least in the here and now. Whether it's even possible for him to keep a handle on this other half of himself is dubious at best.

He rivets his attention on getting his locker open, ignoring the way Kaneki's hands remain latched onto him as he raises his arm. There's so much he has to ignore, right about now, or else he questions whether he'll be any more functional than his company.

The inside of his locker may be a memorable secondhand sight to Kaneki, tidy and barren of personal effects as it is. All that distinguishes it from what belongs to any other personnel is a single book leaned against one side of his locker: the collected works of Hakushū. A shared interest between them, not that Haise would know it, or even think to guess.

He collects the outfit neatly folded on the top shelf without ceremony, all but shoving the garments under Kaneki's chin to prompt him to accept them. They're not leaving until he's wearing something suitable for the outside, and he makes up for his frailty with tenacity. Surely that's one thing they both know]
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[personal profile] decides 2017-02-08 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The inside of Haise's locker is indeed a secondhand memory: the placement of his spares belongings, the book that he wants to reach out and take into his hands. That would mean relinquishing his hold on his other-self, this he-but-not who shoves clothes against his chest with silent demands. Slowly, Kaneki lets go of Haise's arm and gathers the items against his chest, peering down at them with an accusatory frown. ( He knows, without a doubt, that they'll fit him perfectly. He was recreated to be the same size, the same shape. No detail spared. )

In silence, he sets Haise's clothes down upon the nearby bench, plumping them into a haphazard pile before he reaches up, behind his neck and gathers the material of the scrubs he had been dressed in into his hands. The exchange takes him less time than he expects, but far more time than it would take anyone else - and eventually, he shoves the sleeves of Haise's shirt up past his elbows, purposefully rumpling the crisp material. He's dressed now, with the white hospital scrubs gathered in his arms and shoes on his feet. Which feels weird, like he's been running all summer long with nothing on, and his feet have forgotten the shape of socks and shoes.

Better, Haise? ]
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[personal profile] pursuit 2017-02-08 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Grudging though he was, at least Kaneki put the clothes on. While Haise might enjoy an advantage while the other is under sedation, he still doesn't fancy a wrestling match to get him into something he can wear outside a CCG facility. Now they can at least go about their business without garnering additional attention or being stopped along the way...although he dreads the possibility that someone will take them for brothers.

It's less the notion and more the fear of what Kaneki might say in answer to the insinuation though]


I'll take those.

[He offers, and rather than waiting to be handed the scrubs he simply collects them, making a bee-line for a nearby laundry-basket. It wasn't as though anyone could leave with bloodied clothing or the like, so this wasn't his first time leaving something there, given the nature of his own tutelage under Arima.

Actually, it might be the first time he remembers having left anything behind that wasn't a bloody mess. Funny, that. Not in a good way, but the sort that leaves him standing there watching the basket contemplatively]

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