[Yes, Paul thinks, as Kaworu brushes light over his skin, a drifting glow he can't help but follow in meditative focus. I can tell by your hands.]
Some people believe that song came before speech. Did you know that?
[Kaworu's knowledge is eclectic, as full of unexpected facts as it is gaps. There was a reason that the people who created him gave him a piano, when they gave him so little else but scars.]
They say music was the first way we communicated with each other, rhythm and melody, like birds, or whales. All feelings, no words. Maybe that's why you like it.
[Of course he thinks about the tapping of fingers on his wrist, on the strut of the bunkbed, along the outer curve of his knee. He thinks about them deliberately, stoking the hearth of radiating warmth in his chest in the hopes it, like music, conveys feeling without words.]
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Some people believe that song came before speech. Did you know that?
[Kaworu's knowledge is eclectic, as full of unexpected facts as it is gaps. There was a reason that the people who created him gave him a piano, when they gave him so little else but scars.]
They say music was the first way we communicated with each other, rhythm and melody, like birds, or whales. All feelings, no words. Maybe that's why you like it.
[Of course he thinks about the tapping of fingers on his wrist, on the strut of the bunkbed, along the outer curve of his knee. He thinks about them deliberately, stoking the hearth of radiating warmth in his chest in the hopes it, like music, conveys feeling without words.]
I can tell from plenty of things about you.