[There's a soft laugh that takes over the final few syllables of his words, fading into a gentle inhale.
Instruments on instruments.
He runs his thumb gently down Paul's taking in the callouses and roughness, appreciating them like a fine painting or work of art.]
I suppose. I... always liked music and could never explain why. Perhaps only because there is part of me that is human and music is an incredible creation of mankind.
[Even Kaworu has nice things to say about humans when drunk. Or when there only seems to be one human in the entire universe and it's the one right in front of him.]
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[There's a soft laugh that takes over the final few syllables of his words, fading into a gentle inhale.
Instruments on instruments.
He runs his thumb gently down Paul's taking in the callouses and roughness, appreciating them like a fine painting or work of art.]
I suppose. I... always liked music and could never explain why. Perhaps only because there is part of me that is human and music is an incredible creation of mankind.
[Even Kaworu has nice things to say about humans when drunk. Or when there only seems to be one human in the entire universe and it's the one right in front of him.]