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Eyepatch did not enjoy these things, but he learned to stay neutral about them. Tentacle-like shot out from his lower back around his waist, twisting in various directions before calming down and pointing, threatening, ahead of him.
"Well, aren't you interesting?" A shadow approached, the figure revealing a familiar hero. Hawks, a hero who seemed to have connections to the underground, the rumor spread, but no one has confirmed it.
"I could say the same to you, Hawks." He shot back with hostility. The hero remains unaffected, scratching his back neck showing no interest in a fight. "Eyepatch, right? Strange name for a vigilante." he quirked a brow. "Especially with the whole get up."
Eyepatch narrows his eyes. There was no point in a mindless conversation that involved his wardrobe. "If small talk is what you want, I suggest somewhere else," Hawks mockingly put his hands up, "besides your friends are impatiently waiting for you." He tapped his ear as if he had an ear connection as well.
The blonde-haired hero rolled his eyes but said nothing in return. Hawks began to question his existence slowly but surely. Oh, well I can't do anything about it now. "Look," he sighed out, "I just need some information on a certain individual."
"Sorry, but you have to ask someone else." And with that, Eyepatch walks away, not bothering to keep his Kaguen out in the open. After all, it took a lot for him to get any physical damage.
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A cup of coffee was placed in front of him. He could see the breeze of smoke that came off from the white mug. Not saying a word, he nodded silently, thanking the bartender.
Kaneki took a sip. It wasn't as good as Anteku, but he had to make do with this now. Anteiku no longer was in business after the battle, nor did it exist here. To the side lay a magazine with All Might as their front header. No surprise there, anything that had his face plaster, people tend to go crazy over it.
He skims through it before reading it, finding basic information with a few blank spaces, one thing, in particular, his quirk. Everyone had some idea what quirk someone had, but it was a mystery how the conversation dragged on and went off-topic, focusing more on that than the actual question.
What is AllMight's quirk? And why was he trying so hard to keep it under wraps?
He set down the magazine and cup before staring ahead, nowhere specific. Coming with many theories none of them made sense or connected. It seemed that in a matter of time it would tell, but time was a fickle thing to Kaneki.
After all, time would kill him.
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This chapter is rather short and more like a filler. I'm hoping the following chapters will be over 1k words. But the question is, should I make him an information broker like Giran?? or Nah.
