[Kaneki really has no idea what to think about the invitation he receives. Considering he only knows a handful of people and having little experience so far to draw upon, he figures it must be another event. He considers using the network to find out what's up with this and see if anyone can give him more information, but then decides to go ahead and investigate on his own first.
He's really not expecting the setup he encounters when he arrives in room 252, but he feels a little under dressed in his jeans and sweatshirt (not even a regular sweater like normal! Come on Ken, get it together). That feeling passes pretty quickly and is replaced by pure confusion as he steps inside and examines the table, the place settings.
He can't smell anything edible, so whoever (whatever?) set this up clearly doesn't know him personally. He's okay with that, though he feels a little nervous that there are two place settings. His few attempts to practice eating regular food have always ended terribly (and vomitously) and he can't imagine he'll be able to manage it with the added pressure of an observer.
Uncertain what to do now and still clueless about why he's here at all, he stands next to the table with one hand cradling his elbow and his free hand to his chin. For a minute or two, he only moves to adjust his eye patch over his left eye before he goes back to considering the situation.]
/most awkward dinner date ever
He's really not expecting the setup he encounters when he arrives in room 252, but he feels a little under dressed in his jeans and sweatshirt (not even a regular sweater like normal! Come on Ken, get it together). That feeling passes pretty quickly and is replaced by pure confusion as he steps inside and examines the table, the place settings.
He can't smell anything edible, so whoever (whatever?) set this up clearly doesn't know him personally. He's okay with that, though he feels a little nervous that there are two place settings. His few attempts to practice eating regular food have always ended terribly (and vomitously) and he can't imagine he'll be able to manage it with the added pressure of an observer.
Uncertain what to do now and still clueless about why he's here at all, he stands next to the table with one hand cradling his elbow and his free hand to his chin. For a minute or two, he only moves to adjust his eye patch over his left eye before he goes back to considering the situation.]