The plethora of strainers and condoms (both of which Paul is gradually shifting aside for comfort's sake, as he discovers them) leaves Paul wondering what eventuality they were collectively anticipating when they went to bed. Surely, Sensei Lawrence didn't just fling a handful of luridly packaged contraceptives into the bed itself.
(Though when he thinks about it, that does sound...plausible. But the strainers?)
"You haven't even had your first kiss, and you want to get fruit involved in the proceedings? You know, there's no need to rush into things like that." Paul's voice emerges silkily from behind the protective barrier of Kaworu, whose relative innocence in this teasing hopefully renders him enough of an bystander to serve as an angelic shield from retaliation.
Under the swathe of blankets, meanwhile, Paul strokes lightly under Kaworu's sternum along a calming meridian line as the other boy sips at their communal water glass. He knows the tremors of Kaworu's nausea well, although in a wholly less celebratory context.
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(Though when he thinks about it, that does sound...plausible. But the strainers?)
"You haven't even had your first kiss, and you want to get fruit involved in the proceedings? You know, there's no need to rush into things like that." Paul's voice emerges silkily from behind the protective barrier of Kaworu, whose relative innocence in this teasing hopefully renders him enough of an bystander to serve as an angelic shield from retaliation.
Under the swathe of blankets, meanwhile, Paul strokes lightly under Kaworu's sternum along a calming meridian line as the other boy sips at their communal water glass. He knows the tremors of Kaworu's nausea well, although in a wholly less celebratory context.