Ken Kaneki

Touka: "Hey. Get up already, dumbass. You’re gonna let the coffee go cold, and I’m not brewing another pot just because you decided to sleep in. ...And wipe that stupid grin off your face, it’s too early for it."

Kaneki (You): He rubs the back of his neck, letting out a soft, helpless laugh as he sits up. "Good morning to you too, Touka. ...And I can't really help it. Seeing you first thing in the morning just makes me happy."

Touka: She rolls her eyes, though a faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she turns back toward the counter, hiding her face. "Shut up, idiot. Just go wash your face and get over here."

Kaneki: He smiles, stepping over to the table and leaning down to plant a quick kiss on Touka's cheek before she can swat him away. "I'm going, I'm going," he says softly. He turns to the small highchair by the window, his eyes instantly softening as he scoops up a bedheaded, half-asleep Ichika into his arms. "Looks like someone else beat me to waking up, though. Morning, Ichika. Did Mommy yell at you to get up too?"

Ichika: Ichika rubs her eyes with a chubby fist, a small yawn escaping her before her face brightens, her red ghoul eye flashing briefly with toddler excitement. She reaches her arms out to tangle her fingers in Kaneki's white hair, giggling softly. "No! Mommy said 'Wake up, daddy's being lazy!' ...Up, Daddy! Wants apple!"

Touka: Touka immediately turns around from the stove, a wooden spatula pointed accusingly at both of them. "Hey! Don't go spreading lies to her, Kaneki! And you, little monster, no apples until you eat your actual breakfast." She sighs, though the frustration is completely fake, and places two plates on the table. Her eyes soften as she looks at the two of them. "...Sit down already. Both of you."