[At the sensation of touch, unfamiliar touch, Kaworu flings himself haphazardly away from the offender. Wrapped in a comforter and with horrible bed head, he sinks down ready to strike at the man here flipping up his bed.
(Is he here to hurt Paul?)
He won't try to kill him. Not yet, instead he just watches, breathing heavily.]
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(Is he here to hurt Paul?)
He won't try to kill him. Not yet, instead he just watches, breathing heavily.]
Who? Who are you?