Kaworu clarifies, trying to look detached but he grins when Paul laughs bright enough to rock him gently, a proud, almost self-assured little grin that feels foreign and yet comfortable on his face. The sound of that laugh will echo in his mind.
For a few minutes, he settles, closing his eyes and letting the rumblings of the party around him, and the soft rhythmic rise and fall of Paul's stomach slowly soothe him into a peaceful trance. Then Paul taps his hand and he blinks his eyes open. There's the picture of Midoriya and all his features captured, perhaps just a bit softer, with eyeliner.
Hmm.
The boy-turned-angel sits up, settling easily into Paul's lap without even thinking about it. He squints at the picture again.
"There's something missing."
He takes the notepad and adds a pair of respectable breasts to the image of Midoriya. Respectable both in size and in drawing skill. These aren't out of these world anime bazongas, they are classy boobs worthy of a hero-in-training.
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Kaworu clarifies, trying to look detached but he grins when Paul laughs bright enough to rock him gently, a proud, almost self-assured little grin that feels foreign and yet comfortable on his face. The sound of that laugh will echo in his mind.
For a few minutes, he settles, closing his eyes and letting the rumblings of the party around him, and the soft rhythmic rise and fall of Paul's stomach slowly soothe him into a peaceful trance. Then Paul taps his hand and he blinks his eyes open. There's the picture of Midoriya and all his features captured, perhaps just a bit softer, with eyeliner.
Hmm.
The boy-turned-angel sits up, settling easily into Paul's lap without even thinking about it. He squints at the picture again.
"There's something missing."
He takes the notepad and adds a pair of respectable breasts to the image of Midoriya. Respectable both in size and in drawing skill. These aren't out of these world anime bazongas, they are classy boobs worthy of a hero-in-training.