that which was left behind last

[creationofwill]

Kaworu is sick today. Really, really, really damn sick. Yoite is not around at this time; if he was, Kaworu would find a way to suck it up. He could, really, he could. (That is a lie and Yoite has already seen him ill a multitude of times

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....well. Wasn't this a predicament.

He flushes the toilet yet again and sits against the wall, reaching over to unlock the bathroom door. Somehow, he thought to lock that door, but not the other.

Strange, the logic that occurs at times like this.

Kaworu does not really have to answer, he knows that was loud enough to give Akito a sign.

[creationofwill]

"I think," Kaworu says, "That my stomach has finally stopped feeling convinced that there is more in there than I actually had ate."'

His hair is curling up in odd places from a lack of want to attack it into behaving today; he is still in sleepwear, boxers and a wifebeater. It feels too hot for even those, but there is a matter of decorum, after all.

"...thanks," he says, because he knows that Akito would have put effort into finding out what was going on before arriving.