[Kaworu is sitting in the windowsill, back against the frame and one foot dangling back into the bedroom. The glass is open and sunlight pours in, framing him in a soft light, every color reflecting in his hair.
He'd look beautiful if not for the eyes. His gaze is distinctly inhuman, dispassionate, and terrible. It feels like a higher being viewing you as nothing more than a single line drawn on a sheet of paper instead of a living, breathing, thinking thin.
It's hard to look at.]
I thought you had left.
[(But no... he'd have seen the truck leave from this view.)]
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He'd look beautiful if not for the eyes. His gaze is distinctly inhuman, dispassionate, and terrible. It feels like a higher being viewing you as nothing more than a single line drawn on a sheet of paper instead of a living, breathing, thinking thin.
It's hard to look at.]
I thought you had left.
[(But no... he'd have seen the truck leave from this view.)]