#seashoresavior

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            PERHAPS HE’S COME OFF

                                   as a little eager, he thinks when Kaworu giggles, & his cheeks take on a faint, warm tinge at the prospect. But he’s still grinning. As with most holidays, New Year’s is one Shinji usually ends up spending alone. So to have someone there with him tonight, & be able to offer his own company to someone who actually wants it, is something he’s more than willing to do.

Good. Listen carefully now. I need ... for you to help me prepare for New Year's Eve.

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            ❝ OH. SURE —

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            ❝ HM? ❞

                                   His gaze comes up from his lap & almost immediately his eyes are alight, his expression changed from the distant one it was before. Truthfully, there isn’t anyone else he’d rather be seeing right now.

                                   So Shinji is attentive, just as asked, wondering what it could be that Kaworu needs from him, with a warm, stirring feeling in his chest. ( Just the boy he was looking for? He needs me? )

... Poison Powder

*hands over boxes brimming over with original works of art by the great lilim masters, beautifully-carved fine instruments, and a novelty pair of glasses adorned with spring-loaded plastic eyeballs*

seashoresavior replied to your post “The most divine.”

Have an an adjective and a noun then-- ethereal beauty.

No. There is no other soul more poor and unfortunate.

        “i’m only surprised that, after all this time, you still have a head on your shoulders,” there’s no attempt to be cordial. there’s no need to be cordial. the kindness in his voice is sickeningly saccharine, to the point where it’s blatantly mocking.