Nagachika is a completely ordinary human, so as far as powers and abilities go, he’s pretty much in the negatives. Average strength, average marks in school, he’s not really so much an outstanding person in this way. However, he’s known to being far sharper than most of his friends, and is often commented as having a ‘Sherlock-like’ sharpness to him. Being able to figure out reasoning behind subtleties, finding out secrets, understanding things that others can’t right away, and catching on in situations where most others can be baffled. He’s also known for planting wiretaps and cameras in places when he has a ‘hunch’ about something that is either criminal or important information, and often reports his findings to the police when his intuition turns out to be right.
He could tell. He could always tell that about his friend, how little he slept or how poorly he'd been eating lately. In the way Kaneki always tried to hide secrets from the Hideyoshi, they were always so obvious to him; even if he always acted the fool. He'd let it slide. If only because he knew Kaneki was better off that way, dealing with his troubles on his own. Right? He was doing the other favour by letting him do things in his own ways...
Right?
As his phone flashed red at the sound of a reply, he wondered, really. If Kaneki really was better like that, on his own, dealing with everything after… Fingers slid over the screen, and he takes a moment to read it, a little smirk moving up his face. Well; if his friend was already awake, there was no need to hold back. He took the moment to dial the number on the phone’s touch screen, and he didn’t have to wait more than a moment before Kaneki answered--though his answer was more of a groan mixed with a mumble. So much for getting a coherent reply out of him. Well; it wasn’t like it mattered.
“Ohhhh, snap. I actually woke you up. Now I actually feel bad!” He laughed, a bright grin spreading across his face as he lays back, an arm hooking around the back of his head. Listening to the others’ response, giving a little grumble of his very own.
“Okay, maybe I feel just a little bad, I have company now. And maaaan, let's not talk about Asian history, I'm already getting a headache at the idea of having to study another minute under Kobayakawa-sensei's horrible glare….”
He stops, waiting, wondering if he should continue that sentence, his eyebrows furrowing. ...Well. In for a penny... out for a pound. If he had absolutely any doubts about talking to his friend about this, then he wouldn’t have started this conversation in the first place.
“Ah, yanno. Just wondering if you've been alright lately. You've seemed distracted in class, Aaa? If you need any help with anything, you know I’m here buddy. Just a phone call away, right?”
Re: Nagachika Hideyoshi | Tokyo Ghoul | Reserved (3)
Nagachika is a completely ordinary human, so as far as powers and abilities go, he’s pretty much in the negatives. Average strength, average marks in school, he’s not really so much an outstanding person in this way. However, he’s known to being far sharper than most of his friends, and is often commented as having a ‘Sherlock-like’ sharpness to him. Being able to figure out reasoning behind subtleties, finding out secrets, understanding things that others can’t right away, and catching on in situations where most others can be baffled. He’s also known for planting wiretaps and cameras in places when he has a ‘hunch’ about something that is either criminal or important information, and often reports his findings to the police when his intuition turns out to be right.
Items/Weapons: Cell Phone, Walkman, Headphones.
Sample Entry: Here and here.
Sample Entry Two:
He could tell. He could always tell that about his friend, how little he slept or how poorly he'd been eating lately. In the way Kaneki always tried to hide secrets from the Hideyoshi, they were always so obvious to him; even if he always acted the fool. He'd let it slide. If only because he knew Kaneki was better off that way, dealing with his troubles on his own. Right? He was doing the other favour by letting him do things in his own ways...
Right?
As his phone flashed red at the sound of a reply, he wondered, really. If Kaneki really was better like that, on his own, dealing with everything after… Fingers slid over the screen, and he takes a moment to read it, a little smirk moving up his face. Well; if his friend was already awake, there was no need to hold back. He took the moment to dial the number on the phone’s touch screen, and he didn’t have to wait more than a moment before Kaneki answered--though his answer was more of a groan mixed with a mumble. So much for getting a coherent reply out of him. Well; it wasn’t like it mattered.
“Ohhhh, snap. I actually woke you up. Now I actually feel bad!” He laughed, a bright grin spreading across his face as he lays back, an arm hooking around the back of his head. Listening to the others’ response, giving a little grumble of his very own.
“Okay, maybe I feel just a little bad, I have company now. And maaaan, let's not talk about Asian history, I'm already getting a headache at the idea of having to study another minute under Kobayakawa-sensei's horrible glare….”
He stops, waiting, wondering if he should continue that sentence, his eyebrows furrowing. ...Well. In for a penny... out for a pound. If he had absolutely any doubts about talking to his friend about this, then he wouldn’t have started this conversation in the first place.
“Ah, yanno. Just wondering if you've been alright lately. You've seemed distracted in class, Aaa? If you need any help with anything, you know I’m here buddy. Just a phone call away, right?”