[Ah...that's right. Every day Kaneki is reminded that this definitely isn't Tokyo, and not everyone he meets would be familiar with what kanji is. He pauses for a moment and turns, fishing in his bag hanging on the side of his chair until he produces a pad of paper and a pen.
He flips a few pages over that have already been written on to get to a clean one, putting it down on the table so Molly can see.]
It's a Japanese writing system. Like this.
[He starts to write, slowly, until he has a few characters written.]
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He flips a few pages over that have already been written on to get to a clean one, putting it down on the table so Molly can see.]
It's a Japanese writing system. Like this.
[He starts to write, slowly, until he has a few characters written.]
金木 研
See? This is my name. "Kaneki Ken".