This is oddly sweet, kinda like what Roma would probably enjoy.
“Guess how old I am, Kaneki my boy,” says Roma, sipping her coffee. Brown flecks splash onto her shirts, and she pouts. “Darn.”
“Uh…” Kaneki has never been good with ages. “Twenty?”
Roma bursts out laughing. “Kaneki, you’re such a darling!”
She leans forward, playing a conspirator. “What if I told you I’ve been alive half a century?”
Kaneki hesitates. “I don’t think I’d believe that.”
“It’s true.” Roma leans back. “Eating high concentrations of Rc cells can revitalize you. Also! Fun fact about me.” She giggles. “I’m SSS rate.”
Kaneki is fairly certain she’s joking. “I see.”
“I founded the Clowns.”
“Roma!”
“I did. I just…wanted to laugh at the world that never cared about me.” Roma smiled. “It’s better than fighting the world, like that SSS rate Owl, don’t you think?”
“I remember fighting Tsuneyoshi Washuu, that disgusting man. Such a creep. He leered at me when I first appeared. I was a cutie, I guess. Then i transformed into my kakuja and he freaked the fuck out. You shoulda seen his face!” Roma chuckles.
“I don’t…I don’t even…you’re not joking,” Kaneki whispers.
“Nope.” Roma shrugs. “You know why I like you, Kaneki?”
“Uh, no?”
“Because you don’t want to lose even while you’re in the middle of despair. That’s beautiful, and tragic, and I love it. So you could say I’m on your side to an extent.” Roma puts her cup down.
Kaneki is oddly touched that she sees him as determined. He always thought he was a coward. “Tell me more.”
“Gladly.”