[Kaworu's fingers are light on the fresh bone, gentle around the reddened edges of the minor wounds, and something more tender and strange than a shiver shimmers through the blurring edges of his nervous system.
He almost doesn't hear Kaworu through resisting the undisciplined urge to squirm.]
Mm?
[The sound he makes reminds him of some of those that Kaworu's Omen emits when he's stroked, a half-awake rolling question mark of a noise. But specificity is a good trait, so -]
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He almost doesn't hear Kaworu through resisting the undisciplined urge to squirm.]
Mm?
[The sound he makes reminds him of some of those that Kaworu's Omen emits when he's stroked, a half-awake rolling question mark of a noise. But specificity is a good trait, so -]
What about them suits me?