[Ammy's body, as if on reflex, lifts to meet Kaneki's hand as she moves, her tail the last thing to pass through his fingers and, if he's particularly observant, he might feel a bit of moisture on the inside of his palm and a black smudge in the shape of a half smeared heart. Like someone just drew it there, in black ink (which she...did).
Looking over her shoulder at the question, ears swiveling back to the sound of Kanki's voice, the wolf's lips pull into a sly smile, her tongue hanging from her lower jaw as she seems to pant...though it sounds eerily similar to a chuckle, and there's a mischievous gleam in her eye as well as she looks him dead in the eye very attentively, inclining her head slightly.
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Looking over her shoulder at the question, ears swiveling back to the sound of Kanki's voice, the wolf's lips pull into a sly smile, her tongue hanging from her lower jaw as she seems to pant...though it sounds eerily similar to a chuckle, and there's a mischievous gleam in her eye as well as she looks him dead in the eye very attentively, inclining her head slightly.
What do you think, young man?]