saviorshinji:

The blanket cocoon before faer squirms and closes in on itself in response to the sound of faer voice. Where Kaworu may have seen a tan forehead with stray, dark brown hairs peeking out from the edge before, now there is only blanket. A lump of blanket, as it were.

This lasts all of 30 seconds before Shinji begins to feel a bit smothered and pops up for air. He’s still thoroughly wrapped, by some magic, even after sitting upright. The edge of the blanket gives him an oval window reaching from the top of his head to mid-chest, with his fingers peeking over the edge at the bottom. He squints and blinks, and squints some more.

Oh, right, something was supposed to happen. Someone was going to do something today at a time. Yes. He points to faer and asks, tight-lipped, “Mm?”

_{“I suppose you’re my roommate? Provided I didn’t get the room number wrong,” fae tries, searching for words. What to say, in an environment such as this? A roommate had been present in faer last board, yes, though the two had never quite spoken. A word here and there, perhaps a nod, but nothing of substance. The concept was very much foreign to the transfer student.}

_{An introduction might be of relevance. “I am Kaworu Nagisa.” Waiting for the impact, inevitable as it is. The Nagisa corporation is colossal, spanning from musical instruments to various automotive and computer-related accessories. The company’s latest project of interest is mobile devices, but fae mustn’t speak of the details, not that the adolescent would care to. Endlessly wealthy as faer family is, they have sent their child to the most prestigious schools in hope of producing an adult as crafty and snobbish as they are. A businessperson. That is the one, singular profession fae will never take part in.}

_{Fae has actually always rather wanted to be a pianist. No use in that, really…}

  _{Gentle footsteps taken on hardwood flooring glinting with polish, stolen with grace in every step. Transferred to yet another boarding school (hardly remarkable in any light, considering faer family lineage), Kaworu is quite familiar with the routine. Early morning dawns past windowpanes as students slumber within modestly decorated dorms. Best not to wake them.}

  _{Slipping into faer own room – finding it oddly unlocked – results in something quite…unexpected. No individual had ever mentioned the possibility of a roommate. Indeed, the topic had never come up in conversation with staff. The boy, too, remains in a restful state, wrapped up in blankets as if some sort of insectual cocoon. His form rises, gently, and falls. The transfer student finds faerself oddly charmed.}

          _{“Well, good morning. You mustn’t sleep in; I have heard the breakfast here isn’t something to miss.”}