#antisocialing

“ Ah perfect... Excuse me for the disturbance. “

23. How intelligent is this character? Are they book-smart or street-smart? 

Kaworu is more book smart than street smart since he basically grew up in isolation or in a tank depending on what’s being look at. He doesn’t have a whole lot of street smarts but he knows enough to not get into big trouble with the wrong types of people. As for intelligence he’s smart and most of the stuff he’s learned is really repeated knowledge so he knows a lot of facts right off the top of his head by now. 

24. Do they think on their feet, or do they need time to deliberate?

He’s good at both but he feels more comfortable when he has time to deliberate and think about how to respond to a situation. He’s learned that thinking on his feet always doesn’t have the best outcome, but he’s also learned that sometimes sitting down and thinking takes too much time.  

25. Describe the character’s thought process. Are they more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? 

Starting off, he’s really hopeful and idealistic, but he has to remind himself of serious business so he goes to being more practical in his methods. It’s also a mix of intuition on his part too. 

26. What kind of education has the character had?

 Personal tutors provided by Seele for the most part. He has an average (maybe a bit above) type of schooling knowledge for a 14/15 year old. 

27. What are their areas of expertise? What, if anything, are they interested in learning more about? 

He can really jam out on that piano when he’s feeling it but I think that’s really all he’s an “expert” on. He’s always up for learning new things, especially when they’re of the music or history genre. He’s a very curious Angel. 

28. Are they an introvert or an extrovert?

m-moriyama-san?

"S... Shinji-kun!! I... I'm s-sorry!"

and at that, she gingerly pressed her lips against his cold cheek, her own face heating his... as well as the blush that was probably overcoming him.

attached to the stack was a card.

kano-kun, i know you like american music! i . . i'm still not that great at telling everything apart, so these seemed to touch all the bases of genres, and the people at the music store said they were really popular!

i hope you like them, kano-kun! merry christmas!

-shinji

Well. Who knew that Shinji was about the lifestyle of gifts. Kano could have peeled off the wrapper carefully to keep it but hell, he was meant to go wild. The male once he was finished removed the top of the box that was given to him. Wondering what his friend could have got but once he looked at them. Lord, did he close his eyes. First Marco.. Now Shinji.. He.. How did Shinji fall to the hands of true depravity.

Though Kano could be nice and turn at least one of the CDs on..

1: Scream and Shout.

I want to scream and shout And let it all out. And scream and shout And let it out. We sayin' oh we oh we oh! x3  You are now-now rockin with KIDZ BOP AND THE KIDZ BOP KIDS!

"...No.."

2: Thrift Shop.

Walk up to the club like `what up I got a hit song` I'm so pumped up bout some clothes from the Thrift Shop. Ice on the fringe, it's so-so frosty. The people like "Hey, the guy on the marquee!"

".....................How could this happen."

there was that blushing again; she was never even asked to a dance before. but here he was, asking her. even being asked to join him as a friend flustered the young tamer, figuring that no one would even bother to ask her.

...It's a good place to start, he supposes. Better than wandering underground tunnels and inhaling smog, and it would seem for cruel scientists, these Lilin treat their subjects strangely well. (Queen beds, computers, clothes, food; things he supposes an awful lot of Lilin consider necessities)

His nose is stiff from the outside as he fondles the new key in his hand labeled 'F-3'. This elevator hums a bland melody comprised of whirring wires, weak ventilating, and is slow. Kaworu can hear people, things, what-not, milling about in their homes, but he feels almost none of it.

This place is filled with people but only half the amount of souls, that's what it feels like to him. But what would he know, his own light had been dimmed down to a sliver of what it used to be-- perhaps the people here were simply dim-hearted.

The elevator ringing is not what interrupts his thoughts. It is, instead, a familiar face. He damns himself for not expecting it and smiles, hand half waving with the key in his palm.