Thankfully, Kaworu is paying attention, his red eyes usually fixed on Paul but occasionally glancing towards Midoriya, his chin propped up in a hand that rests on his knee. Certain parts like the opening the package with his teeth and watching Paul's long fingers work the eggplant that appeal to him more than the explanation.
He can't really understand why everyone is so put out by this. Do humans really have hang ups over this sort of thing? Even though something like this was invented for them to engage in pleasurable things without fear of consequences? Maybe it's the fear of closeness that still persists despite that.
Kaworu reaches over and picks up the eggplant and tosses it lightly in his hands a few times.
"And here I thought we were talking about sexual intercourse."
Someone needs to have courage here and it might as well be Kaworu because he subsequently has no fear. He was born to be the final messenger and he will continue to live up to that moniker.
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Is that all?"
Thankfully, Kaworu is paying attention, his red eyes usually fixed on Paul but occasionally glancing towards Midoriya, his chin propped up in a hand that rests on his knee. Certain parts like the opening the package with his teeth and watching Paul's long fingers work the eggplant that appeal to him more than the explanation.
He can't really understand why everyone is so put out by this. Do humans really have hang ups over this sort of thing? Even though something like this was invented for them to engage in pleasurable things without fear of consequences? Maybe it's the fear of closeness that still persists despite that.
Kaworu reaches over and picks up the eggplant and tosses it lightly in his hands a few times.
"And here I thought we were talking about sexual intercourse."
Someone needs to have courage here and it might as well be Kaworu because he subsequently has no fear. He was born to be the final messenger and he will continue to live up to that moniker.