Paul captures Deku's socked foot in one hand, thoughtlessly quick, to press his thumb against its arch before releasing it (to fall, casually, onto Kaworu's belly). He does this without looking up from the drawing, his mouth a very carefully pressed, inexpressive line as he considers the additions Kaworu has made.
"Excited," Paul says, nodding with utmost gravity, an appraiser approving a piece for inclusion in a grand hall's portraiture, "You remember when I was a girl, don't you?" As if Deku would forget. "I've felt like that wasn't fair for a while now."
Fair, the language of friends at play. Paul isn't trying to right an injustice or settle a debt, and the only thing he wants to prove is that - given time - he can learn to make better jokes. He can be the kind of friend that other people would like him to be, the kind of friend he finds himself wanting to be.
"Why should I be the only one who gets to know how good looking I am as a woman? So - " Paul turns the notebook with a flourish, presenting the collaborative work produced by the team up of two intoxicated clownfish teenagers "- behold - your other self."
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"Excited," Paul says, nodding with utmost gravity, an appraiser approving a piece for inclusion in a grand hall's portraiture, "You remember when I was a girl, don't you?" As if Deku would forget. "I've felt like that wasn't fair for a while now."
Fair, the language of friends at play. Paul isn't trying to right an injustice or settle a debt, and the only thing he wants to prove is that - given time - he can learn to make better jokes. He can be the kind of friend that other people would like him to be, the kind of friend he finds himself wanting to be.
"Why should I be the only one who gets to know how good looking I am as a woman? So - " Paul turns the notebook with a flourish, presenting the collaborative work produced by the team up of two intoxicated clownfish teenagers "- behold - your other self."