I told people you needed something to help strain the rice. So you can work on improving that too.
[It's not actually a criticism as Kaworu ate his soggy rice anyway. But he does know that Paul cares for improvement like it's a task that's been given to him, instead of something he places on himself. Things like that, he hopes would make Paul happy.
The soft sensation on his ribs is pleasant yet ticklish, he nearly chokes on the drink, coughing a bit of it back into the cup, which he quickly sets back down because spilling on the birthday boy seems like an infamous tale that would never be lived down.
Instead, he hums a little, dropping his head back onto Paul's shoulder, his now empty hand returns to nest against Paul's cheek. The sensation of being touched by someone else, gently, kindly, maybe even appreciatively, makes him feel at home and at ease in this form in a way he's never been before. He's never noticed the delicate spacing of his ribs or how the curve of his spine is gentle and not stiff.]
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[It's not actually a criticism as Kaworu ate his soggy rice anyway. But he does know that Paul cares for improvement like it's a task that's been given to him, instead of something he places on himself. Things like that, he hopes would make Paul happy.
The soft sensation on his ribs is pleasant yet ticklish, he nearly chokes on the drink, coughing a bit of it back into the cup, which he quickly sets back down because spilling on the birthday boy seems like an infamous tale that would never be lived down.
Instead, he hums a little, dropping his head back onto Paul's shoulder, his now empty hand returns to nest against Paul's cheek. The sensation of being touched by someone else, gently, kindly, maybe even appreciatively, makes him feel at home and at ease in this form in a way he's never been before. He's never noticed the delicate spacing of his ribs or how the curve of his spine is gentle and not stiff.]
What sort of things?