[There's another funny noise from the angel-turned-boy, but it's delighted, somewhere between another gasp and a laugh. It's very bold. Very dramatic. Exactly the sort of thing that he likes. There is a beauty in honest and unrestrained emotion, he thinks, like the dazzling splitting of a lightning bolt across a dark, stormy sky.
Kaworu wraps an arm easily around Paul's neck to let him be lifted like a protagonist right out of a shoujo manga. A very slick move. Unfortunately, unlike the boys in those manga, Paul has the relative muscle strength of someone his size and even Kaworu, in all his delicateness, is still an impressive lift for him to maintain, especially while intoxicated.
So there's a brief moment where they nearly stumble before Kaworu simply activates his Darkblood powers to make himself light as a feather. He shifts, wrapping his arm tighter around Paul's shoulders and pulling himself up so they're nearly face to face.]
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Kaworu wraps an arm easily around Paul's neck to let him be lifted like a protagonist right out of a shoujo manga. A very slick move. Unfortunately, unlike the boys in those manga, Paul has the relative muscle strength of someone his size and even Kaworu, in all his delicateness, is still an impressive lift for him to maintain, especially while intoxicated.
So there's a brief moment where they nearly stumble before Kaworu simply activates his Darkblood powers to make himself light as a feather. He shifts, wrapping his arm tighter around Paul's shoulders and pulling himself up so they're nearly face to face.]
So. Where are we going?