Grabbing the tissues, and immediately coloring their white, soft surface with the red fractals of the drops of his blood, Nakahiro nodded and pressed the stack onto his shoulder. "Thanks." he muttered, careful not to stain the shirt any more, and stepped back to lean onto the wall, staring somewhere into the distance, just as he did almost all the time. It grew to some kind of custom to stare into the blue, he did it since he was a child. At the beginning it was most often watching out for his sister's return, but later, it became nothing more than brooding and observing the world.<br/><br/>"You got really good, Isana." he uttered in the midst of his thoughts all of a sudden. "Far better than I ever was.<br/><br/>He only glanced down once he was handed the meat. He could recognize the smell anywhere, anytime... It was exactly what humans called the smell of good cooking... Except that it wasn't cooked at all.<br/><br/>His hand carefully unraveled the package and picked the piece of burgundy meat up, bringing it to his lips. For a moment, something dark flashed through his eyes, changing their bright green color into a murky, dark scarlet, while the juice from the fresh piece of meat ran in drips down his lips and chin. It stained his shirt even more, but in the nigh trance-like state he found himself in, he didn't seem to care about that. His muscles tensed at the taste of meat, the piece sliding down his throat, nearly unchewed. His teeth unclenched to bite into the meat, tear a part off and lick the juice off his lips.<br/><br/>It was... Good that Isana left. Seeing a ghoul eat was no pleasure, after all. Even him, ever composed and calm, became savage at the moment when he tasted meat.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Shinobu's jaw dropped, and she completely forgot to reply to Yumi upon sighting the huge woman. She was giant! Enormous! She couldn't help but stare, a little sheepishly even, but on the first place, there was awe and wonder. How can someone even grow that tall? This girl was incredibly big!<br/><br/>"Holy shit." she whispered. "She's tall."<br/><br/>Her small hands gripped the handkerchief and stacked it back into the pocket of her baggy pants, and still, she didn't get her eyes off Colla. There were many fascinating things in the Overwatch - like Jo's mustache, which was as thick as a brush - but never before has she seen a human of this height. Her staring could be considered rude by some, even. "Hey there..." she muttered finally, twisting her neck all the way to let her wide eyes fall upon Colla's face. "You new in here? You're pretty tall."<br/><br/>It wasn't unusual to get something of this sort out of Shinobu. Stating the obvious was a talent of hers.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>It was already pretty late when Taru finally got to the theatre. But that was natural... For him, at least. Coming in like a complete mess with a pack of cigarettes in one hand, a lighter in the other one, and a jacket swung over his shoulders has become quite the habit of his during the few years he's lived here. The Theatre was a bunch of snobs. And Taru didn't care.<br/><br/>Leaving a trail of smoke behind himself, he was in no hurry to get anywhere. That was, till he took a turn and got...<br/><br/>Into a hell of a bloody scene. Red was everywhere, on the ground, on the walls... Appalling and shocking and beautiful. So beautiful the cigarette that he's been smoking till now fell onto the floor, making a small white cloud before completely dissipating in the pool of blood underneath his feet. He licked his lips, blankly staring at the girl in front of himself. Also covered in blood...<span style="font-style: italic">Hell, that makes her seem so hot.</span>His eyes narrowed at the thought. She'd just need a bit more blood and a bit less clothes, and...<br/><br/>"You like the color red?" he quipped, his usual wide grin stretching across his mouth. He took another cigarette out of the pack, and with a flick of his wrist lit it on fire, placing one end among his sharp teeth.