[That, understandably, doesn't get an answer for a bit. Why he would choose to do that still digs at him, even though Tsukiyama provided that much. He keeps him around because he's useful...apparently.
But as it stands now, he isn't sure if he would be able to do that. It's a good thing this is over text, but it doesn't make his response feel any less lacking.]
Banjou-san is only off from me by a few days, in terms of what we remember. You can ask him about all of this, should you choose to; I think you know that he's trustworthy, just because he's obviously a terrible actor and he couldn't lie to save his life.
[TSUKIYAMA.]
Whether you trust me or not is another matter. I don't expect you to do that anytime soon, you know; I have more of a sense of what's realistic and what isn't than people seem to assume.
At the same time, you aren't alone here, either.
[...]
You might want to try eating whatever it is you ordered, if you haven't yet. It's been six days; you must want something.
[...you know the insistence that he eat is as strange as it was to begin with, only now he's both skeptical and curious. A morbid curiosity, sure, but.]
Well, yeah. But...
[After that he goes for the coffee at least, which he knows he can drink fine. It's not amazing or anything, but it's still better than nothing.
...God, he knows this is a bad idea. He can already taste it and it's literally all of the worst things he can imagine just looking at the thing. And really, it's just a h...am sandwich? Even worse, got to be.
After a lot of staring and weird looks from both Rikki and Carrie, he eventually snatches it up and takes a bite before he can change his mind.]
[He has to find some way to occupy himself during that pause. He's done a decent job so far at keeping himself composed, even if his responses come a bit too quickly, too eagerly; he knows that what he's told Kaneki to do will work out just fine. Just the same, he can feel himself becoming anxious; he sets the device down and leaves it for a while, only returning to it once he hears the familiar sound of a text ping.]
It's something else this world does to us - or for us, in your case, since I'm sure you see it differently than we do; we aren't sure how, but it does it to everyone.
Anything that wasn't human before seems to have become that way upon arrival here.
[That last sentence causes Kaneki to look back down to the sandwich with one bite taken out of it still held in his left hand. Actually being able to eat it, taste it like it's meant to be tasted, leaves him so overwhelmed and surprised that he has to put the rest back down for a moment to collect himself. He wouldn't be able to believe a word Tsukiyama told him if he hadn't tried it for himself just now.
He's...actually human again. And from what he's being told, everyone else is, too. No more ghouls.
It's a lot to try to take in in just a few minutes, so his response is short.]
[...Hang on, he's just going to take the time to actually eat the rest of that sandwich because he really hasn't eaten in almost a week, and holy crap this is probably the best sandwich he has ever eaten in his entire life.]
...thank you for telling me.
[He debates whether or not he should send that for a few moments before actually doing so. He means what he says, regardless of who he's saying it to.]
[Goodness, he's been getting so much gratitude lately...after people question whether they should give it to him. And for doing such nice things, too! Like meeting the bare basic standard for not being a complete shitlord.
That's a little rude, you guys, seriously.]
You're welcome.
No one saw fit to tell me, either, so my first week here wasn't what I would consider my idea of a good time. You could say I understand.
[...he's going to go punch Banjou later for not telling you, by the way. HE HAD ONE JOB.]
[It's amazing just how inconsiderate they are, isn't it? But...yes, thank you for not just allowing him to die a lot, Tsukiyama.
It's also funny that this isn't the first time you've done that, not counting everything that Abra was and continues to be, though before it was obviously
[If we are being honest here, Kaneki has every right to say no and leave it at that. It would probably be smart to, in the long run. Just live here as best he can and try to forget that Tsukiyama ever existed.]
...I might. Sometime.
[...of course he can't actually do that in good conscience, but knowing that the likelihood that he's going to be hunted by him here, for lack of a better word, is very slim does help things.]
[...again. A rather good thing this is over text, because if he had said that in person Kaneki might have been flustered enough to slip and say 'you too' just because that's usually what you say in response to that.
At least here he has the opportunity to think before he puts his foot in his mouth. Not that what he actually says will probably be much better, but he can't think of anything else.]
I, well...I'm glad I'm here.
[Which is true in the sense that he's both safe and very much not-a-ghoul anymore.]
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[text]
But as it stands now, he isn't sure if he would be able to do that. It's a good thing this is over text, but it doesn't make his response feel any less lacking.]
And you're telling me the truth?
[text]
[TSUKIYAMA.]
Whether you trust me or not is another matter. I don't expect you to do that anytime soon, you know; I have more of a sense of what's realistic and what isn't than people seem to assume.
At the same time, you aren't alone here, either.
[...]
You might want to try eating whatever it is you ordered, if you haven't yet. It's been six days; you must want something.
[text] 1/3? probably
Well, yeah. But...
[After that he goes for the coffee at least, which he knows he can drink fine. It's not amazing or anything, but it's still better than nothing.
...God, he knows this is a bad idea. He can already taste it and it's literally all of the worst things he can imagine just looking at the thing. And really, it's just a h...am sandwich? Even worse, got to be.
After a lot of staring and weird looks from both Rikki and Carrie, he eventually snatches it up and takes a bite before he can change his mind.]
[text] 2/3
[text]
i dont understand
how
[text]
It's something else this world does to us - or for us, in your case, since I'm sure you see it differently than we do; we aren't sure how, but it does it to everyone.
Anything that wasn't human before seems to have become that way upon arrival here.
[text]
He's...actually human again. And from what he's being told, everyone else is, too. No more ghouls.
It's a lot to try to take in in just a few minutes, so his response is short.]
That's...incredible.
[text]
I thought you would like that.
[text]
...thank you for telling me.
[He debates whether or not he should send that for a few moments before actually doing so. He means what he says, regardless of who he's saying it to.]
[text]
That's a little rude, you guys, seriously.]
You're welcome.
No one saw fit to tell me, either, so my first week here wasn't what I would consider my idea of a good time. You could say I understand.
[...he's going to go punch Banjou later for not telling you, by the way. HE HAD ONE JOB.]
[text]
It's also funny that this isn't the first time you've done that, not counting everything that Abra was and continues to be, though before it was obviously
not for the same reasons, um.]
I see.
[...]
It must be very strange for you and Banjou-san.
[text]
I can't say I prefer it, but it's been an interesting experience so far. Parts of it are far better than others.
[text]
I can imagine it would be.
[There's a pause, then-]
Was there anything else you wanted to ask?
[text]
That aside, though...]
Will you talk to me again sometime?
[text]
...I might. Sometime.
[...of course he can't actually do that in good conscience, but knowing that the likelihood that he's going to be hunted by him here, for lack of a better word, is very slim does help things.]
[text]
[He hesitates. Reconsiders saying something else.
Says it anyway.]
I know the sentiment isn't returned, Kaneki-kun, but I've missed you.
[text]
At least here he has the opportunity to think before he puts his foot in his mouth. Not that what he actually says will probably be much better, but he can't think of anything else.]
I, well...I'm glad I'm here.
[Which is true in the sense that he's both safe and very much not-a-ghoul anymore.]