[Is the reply from the angel-turned-boy, half curled up on top of Paul and half wedged between him and the back of the couch. He feels curious, buzzed and excited, a desire to run around and the same time as he feels content to stay curled up here, trying to match his breathing to Paul's.
So Kaworu can't quite answer the question. He feels all of those things. He feels Paul's heartbeat reverberate in his ears and in his body. He hears a distant voice far in the distance and he can't place even though it sounds like his own. He hears the sound of the sea, the crashing of waves against rocks, and the rumbles of the deep.
Instead, he reaches up and idly brushes some of Paul's out of his face, tucking it behind his ear, examining the curious new studs.]
I feel you not keeping your promise to dance with me.
Spice, Spice, Baby
[Is the reply from the angel-turned-boy, half curled up on top of Paul and half wedged between him and the back of the couch. He feels curious, buzzed and excited, a desire to run around and the same time as he feels content to stay curled up here, trying to match his breathing to Paul's.
So Kaworu can't quite answer the question. He feels all of those things. He feels Paul's heartbeat reverberate in his ears and in his body. He hears a distant voice far in the distance and he can't place even though it sounds like his own. He hears the sound of the sea, the crashing of waves against rocks, and the rumbles of the deep.
Instead, he reaches up and idly brushes some of Paul's out of his face, tucking it behind his ear, examining the curious new studs.]
I feel you not keeping your promise to dance with me.
[Was there even such a thing?]