[ confetti calms with falco's tender cooing and bouncing, wiping away the dampness at the corner of his eyes with the cloth wrapped around him, and ultimately getting his attention. hey, hey, that's it, i'm here, he whispers with a light smile, and by the time he feels at ease enough to look up—
ah . . . oh—? did kaworu and paul sleep in this room? it looks so. macabre, to be their's? bringing the egg close to his chest and rising to his feet, falco keeps close to the wall, ebbing away from the door and whispering to his companion: ]
I think— This is the wrong room . . . [ maybe he could send paul a message? kaworu? no, he can't. they're balls off the walls drunk and whatever else. confetti chirps with a question, and falco decides the floor might be alright to lay on. he's had to sleep on worse. ] I'll just wait a little bit. Until they're gone.
[ once he's confident enough in the silence, he'll try for the room next door. in the meantime, he'll keep an eye on the lighting coming from the bottom of the door's frame. ]
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ah . . . oh—? did kaworu and paul sleep in this room? it looks so. macabre, to be their's? bringing the egg close to his chest and rising to his feet, falco keeps close to the wall, ebbing away from the door and whispering to his companion: ]
I think— This is the wrong room . . . [ maybe he could send paul a message? kaworu? no, he can't. they're balls off the walls drunk and whatever else. confetti chirps with a question, and falco decides the floor might be alright to lay on. he's had to sleep on worse. ] I'll just wait a little bit. Until they're gone.
[ once he's confident enough in the silence, he'll try for the room next door. in the meantime, he'll keep an eye on the lighting coming from the bottom of the door's frame. ]