[That look. As Shinji takes it in, his face turns red. That look... Kaworu's gentle eyes, set into such a thin face, with flawless skin and deep red irises... It isn't something he deserves, and yet, there he is, making that face just for him. Shinji looks away, unable to endure something so unfitting.[
With... banana bread... [his voice is small and scared, but he's smiling.] It... it doesn't matter as much if the bananas are old because you... cook them.
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With... banana bread... [his voice is small and scared, but he's smiling.] It... it doesn't matter as much if the bananas are old because you... cook them.