[ You're not helping your case here, Kaneki. At least Sigma had been writing a paper at ass o'clock on Christmas morning after getting dumped by his girlfriend instead of partying hard. You could argue these are his Stopped Giving a Fuck clothes. (Why he's still wearing them in April is anyone's guess, but he probably didn't have much of a chance to amass another wardrobe considering, you know, the end of the world.) ]
[ At least let him discover and come to terms with his robot limbs again before you start sprouting new ones. ]
[ And he's... going to take that butterfly comment as a joke for the sake of his sanity, but he'll keep a note in the back of his mind. Anyway, back to the cuff. More specifically, the blue interface on his. ]
Vaguely. [ He pulls a face. ] We're supposed to be coordinating a search and rescue of some sort, but I mean—I just got here. I don't know where we are, where they could've gone, who took them—I don't know anyone! Is there someone I should be reporting to? How about Ghost?
;)
[ At least let him discover and come to terms with his robot limbs again before you start sprouting new ones. ]
[ And he's... going to take that butterfly comment as a joke for the sake of his sanity, but he'll keep a note in the back of his mind. Anyway, back to the cuff. More specifically, the blue interface on his. ]
Vaguely. [ He pulls a face. ] We're supposed to be coordinating a search and rescue of some sort, but I mean—I just got here. I don't know where we are, where they could've gone, who took them—I don't know anyone! Is there someone I should be reporting to? How about Ghost?
[ "Instructor" sounded... promising, right... ]