_{“Well, hello there. Might you be…Shinji? It is a pleasure to meet you.”}

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

_{Sprawled out on faer back, taking up most of the bed (were fae in a double).}

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

_{Up, toward the sky.}

❤ describe how they show affection.

_{Doting, increased attempts at physical contact (touching, hand holding, hugs, etc).}

➎ a confession

_{Minami,
As your brother, proud as I am, I must tell you that I have very little experience with socialization of this sort. Or…of any sort, really. I am very ignorant as to the methods with which humanity functions and goes about their daily lives, particularly in the matter of relations. When I was small, I was cared for by various relatives that came and went. My one armhold on stability was, of course, Rei, though she was in no better a predicament than I. I understand this may impact my relationship with you, and I apologize for that. I hope you will forgive me for my faults and shortcomings.}

_{– Kaworu}

➍ a “please remember to…” note

_{Shinji,
I have left my discarded clothing on a pile on my bed, as I will be away from the dorm today and unable to bring them to the laundry. If you would please assist me with that, I would be endlessly grateful. As compensation, I will bring you some lovely Italian food when I come back. Thank you.}

_{– Kaworu}

➐ a love poem

_{” Roses are red
   Violets are blue
   You are the prettiest girl
   I ever did see “}

19. a wound

_{It is quite strange, as of late, the boy has been hiding things from faer. Where he has been going out late at night, far past acceptable curfew hours. One could consider the two friends, or at least acquainted, and as his appointed roommate Kaworu should be expected to know such things. And yet ignorance rears its ugly head yet again, at the most troubling of times. This particular evening, however, is different.}

_{Fae has remained awake through acceptable resting hours, alert and waiting for the boy to return to the dorm. Waiting, waiting, without end… Until the knob turns round and the door glides open with a subtle creak. And there is Shinji, sunken eyes and pale complexion, plainly exhausted.}

_{“Are you quite alright?” asks the student, concern evident in faer tone. The boy simply smiles, claims he is fine, to not worry faerself over it. Yet, fae presses further, notably as he draws up his shirt.}

_{Florid eyes stretch, wide as crinkled tin on the moon.}

さらに読む

_{How peculiar! She appears, without fault, to be your utter mirror, and yet her hair cascades long and tangled, far more elegant than your own. She retains a sort of refined femininity, and you find yourself charmed. How to think of her? A sister of sorts? Only time will tell.}