[It's not too long at all before he arrives outside of the instructors' rover. He's got the portable cooler that Dagger had given to him under one arm; he hadn't exactly been sure if he'd need it, but he tended to err on the side of caution. Despite how bulky and cumbersome it was, Kaneki doesn't seem to have much of an issue holding it.
[Surprise causes his shoulders to tense up minutely; he turns to face Dagger who... dropped down from a tree. Oh.
At his question, Kaneki mutely looks at what he carries with him (as if noticing it for the first time). Pause. His ears grow a bit red. He faces the instructor once more, words rushing a half-step faster than his thoughts as he replied.] I, uh, didn't know if I would... need it. [He wasn't sure how this was going to go down, and he also tended to err on the side of caution.]
If I don't, I can go put it back. [Not that long of a walk... even though he hates taking up Dagger's time. He's still a bit flushed with embarrassment.]
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Re: early DAY 101
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Aaaaah, why didn't you just eat one of the dead people?! Not fond of barbeque?
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It's not that. Well, maybe a bit, but people also tend to get cross when you steal one of the bodies they were burying for food.
[And some of those bodies are coming back to life in a few days, but..................]
FROM: kaneki.ken@cdc.org
Unless you were recommending I go dig one back up.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Wouldn't it taste rancid?
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Yeah.
I wouldn't prefer it, but I have eaten worse.
[He lived off of ghouls for six months. You have absolutely no idea how disgusting they taste.]
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[ why didn't you just eat some dead guy then ]
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
You are not my favorite child, Christina.
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FROM: kaneki.ken@cdc.org
I apologize.
Next time I'll try to be a little more proactive.
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Good, I don't enjoy being disappointed. Anyway, food. Drop by the rover, I think I have someone in storage.
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I'll do whatever I can to prevent that.
FROM: kaneki.ken@cdc.org
Thank you. I'll stop by shortly, if you have the time now.
(ooc: do you want to handwave, or thread into action a bit?)
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Yeah yeah yeah, get your butt over.
[ ooc: let's tag it a little? ]
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[It's not too long at all before he arrives outside of the instructors' rover. He's got the portable cooler that Dagger had given to him under one arm; he hadn't exactly been sure if he'd need it, but he tended to err on the side of caution. Despite how bulky and cumbersome it was, Kaneki doesn't seem to have much of an issue holding it.
He texts with his free hand.]
FROM: kaneki.ken@cdc.org
I'm outside.
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[ Dagger drops down from abovehead, having perched on a tree nearby. Creepin. ]
Hey. What's with the cooler?
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At his question, Kaneki mutely looks at what he carries with him (as if noticing it for the first time). Pause. His ears grow a bit red. He faces the instructor once more, words rushing a half-step faster than his thoughts as he replied.] I, uh, didn't know if I would... need it. [He wasn't sure how this was going to go down, and he also tended to err on the side of caution.]
If I don't, I can go put it back. [Not that long of a walk... even though he hates taking up Dagger's time. He's still a bit flushed with embarrassment.]