Mm, not really. I've got a lot of shit to tell you.
[Naki doesn't look up from the picture or acknowledge the hand on his shoulder. The drawing he's been working on is of a distinctive-looking man in a white suit. The suit's style should be very familiar, since it's what Naki usually wears. The picture is surprisingly good, though it looks like the man Naki was drawing is just naturally that busted.]
...I guess I'll just get into it then, yeah?
[He rolls his shoulders a bit and finally shifts his attention to Greed. Naki still looks very serious.]
I've already told you that I'm a ghoul. I've been with ghouls all my life, so I never really had a chance to spend time with humans. That's good though, since humans are fucking awful where I'm from. There's a group called the doves - they hunt us. If they catch us, they either kill us or throw us in... "jail" is kind of the understatement of the fucking year, but I'm not sure how else to describe it.
Cochlea, that's the name of the place I was kept. I don't even remember how they fucking caught me, but they did and they threw me in there. I've got no fucking clue how long I was in there, but it's... it's not like prison. You know humans pull that bullshit about not stooping to "cruel or unusual punishment" or whatever? Yeah. Forget that shit. If you're a ghoul, you're not a goddamn person and they'll do whatever the fuck they want to you.
I was kept nearly starved so I couldn't fight. It was mostly isolated. And if they didn't like what you had to say to them, they'd fuck you up. I had it easy in comparison to some of the ghouls who were in there. They wanted information out of me, but I didn't know fucking anything and they still kept me locked up. For... months. It must've been months. I don't fucking know.
[He looks pretty angry as he speaks, but he's not yelling. Naki reaches out to grab a few tissues from the box on the bed and swipes at his eyes. He's not wearing the usual makeup, it would have been smeared by now.]
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[Naki doesn't look up from the picture or acknowledge the hand on his shoulder. The drawing he's been working on is of a distinctive-looking man in a white suit. The suit's style should be very familiar, since it's what Naki usually wears. The picture is surprisingly good, though it looks like the man Naki was drawing is just naturally that busted.]
...I guess I'll just get into it then, yeah?
[He rolls his shoulders a bit and finally shifts his attention to Greed. Naki still looks very serious.]
I've already told you that I'm a ghoul. I've been with ghouls all my life, so I never really had a chance to spend time with humans. That's good though, since humans are fucking awful where I'm from. There's a group called the doves - they hunt us. If they catch us, they either kill us or throw us in... "jail" is kind of the understatement of the fucking year, but I'm not sure how else to describe it.
Cochlea, that's the name of the place I was kept. I don't even remember how they fucking caught me, but they did and they threw me in there. I've got no fucking clue how long I was in there, but it's... it's not like prison. You know humans pull that bullshit about not stooping to "cruel or unusual punishment" or whatever? Yeah. Forget that shit. If you're a ghoul, you're not a goddamn person and they'll do whatever the fuck they want to you.
I was kept nearly starved so I couldn't fight. It was mostly isolated. And if they didn't like what you had to say to them, they'd fuck you up. I had it easy in comparison to some of the ghouls who were in there. They wanted information out of me, but I didn't know fucking anything and they still kept me locked up. For... months. It must've been months. I don't fucking know.
[He looks pretty angry as he speaks, but he's not yelling. Naki reaches out to grab a few tissues from the box on the bed and swipes at his eyes. He's not wearing the usual makeup, it would have been smeared by now.]