[when Ruka starts to draw, Lucina scoots her seat over so she's more at her side of the table to peer and watch, all while tearing a piece of her donut and popping it into her mouth, chewing behind her hand.
thank goodness she thought to explain with pictures; Lucina's a dreadful book-study, hence why all the pages upon pages Kaneki may have written still haven't sunken in when read alone.
her brow knits as she puts this information away in her mind.]
Then... [but why male models] Whose imPorts...were they? Or is that still a mystery?
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thank goodness she thought to explain with pictures; Lucina's a dreadful book-study, hence why all the pages upon pages Kaneki may have written still haven't sunken in when read alone.
her brow knits as she puts this information away in her mind.]
Then... [but why male models] Whose imPorts...were they? Or is that still a mystery?