Meep.
Hide trudges into his apartment and slowly closes the door behind him. He just saw the most fluffy Samoyed on the street, and he desperately wants one. Dogs won’t look at his scars funny. He needs a Samoyed!
Too bad his bank account disagrees.
“Heya, Hide.” A voice rings out from his kitchen.
Hide starts. “Kaneki?”
“Woof.” Kaneki looks embarrassed to be on all fours, dressed as a fluffy brown mutt, but he is all the same.
“What are you doing?”
“I can’t buy you a dog, so I thought I’d dress up as one.” Kaneki nuzzles Hide’s ankles.
Hide has to laugh.
Kaneki rises and uses his mask to nudge Hide’s scarf away. He licks the scars ever-so-slightly, like a timid puppy.
Hide giggles. “You’re so silly.”
“I figured it was the least I could do,” Kaneki whispers.
“This, uh, actually means a lot to me.” Hide wipes his eyes as Kaneki pulls him to the floor and curls up next to him.
“You’re my best friend, and you deserve a dog.”