"How far along are you?"
"Sixteen weeks now, according to the official calculation table I located on the internet."
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"How far along are you?"
"Sixteen weeks now, according to the official calculation table I located on the internet."
Sorry for the problems Bardiel is causing you. It seems that our little talk is bringing her childish side.
No need to apologize. If it gives me reason to speak to another Angel, then it is something of which I am glad.
I take it you are the female that one has spoken of? Child, sister, or other self of mine?
<< 寄生虫 >> -- "What do you want, Tabris. Even Angels have their own lives."
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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.
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Mother... you feel so warm. So peaceful. I wish you could embrace me forever and ever.
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It’s a nice day.
The sky is smeared with clouds in varying shades of gray, sun struggling through in rare breaks, and it’s nice. It’s not as cold as it could be, warm enough that Karl had walked out into the city with hands in pockets and nothing more than a shirt on his back.
He leans against a wall under the awning of a family-run deli. He can hear raindrops beginning to patter already, and he shakes his head, amused. Today of all days, huh?
A girl joins him, ducking under the other side of the awning. Karl doesn’t usually pay attention to any girl on the street, but she seems to be lacking an umbrella, and she looks… suspiciously like him.
It’s not just the hair, the skin, the flash of red he’d seen. Karl’s own eyes are nowhere near so vivid; they’re far closer to brown than any blood-red like that. She’s got… a face that looks like his, the same lanky structure. Maybe more gracefully arranged for her age, considering how Karl had grown into his bones only recently.
He steps over, one curious employee looking on from over the counter and behind the storefront window. “‘Scuse me, miss, but would you be looking to waste some time?” The light sound of the rain crescendos insistently, the visible drops outside sending fierce splatters with every new fall. If they’re both looking to stay dry, they’ll be here a while.
With a slight bow, Kaworu gives another warm smile to Rei as she offers a hand to Lilith, the AT Field covering the entire arm in order to be careful. Then, she turns to Rei and nods. The still gentle aura around her.
"Greetings to both of you. It is quite a lovely evening, isn’t it?"
"It is remarkably peaceful," She agrees, accepting the hand up and carefully getting to Her feet. "Ah, Ayanami-kun? Perhaps I should attempt to clean your suit jacket…."
"I should probably just leave it off," Rei sighed, shrugging out of the jacket and, after a moment's consideration, draping it over the back of a nearby chair. "At the rate I'm going, I might land in a flower bed or the pool next."
"Lilith, please be careful with your body." Kaworu looks at her friend with a soft and gentle smile, concern in her crimson eyes before she looks at the other Rei. "Oh, hello. Good evening."
"Good evening, Kaworu-chan," She says with a gentle smile from Her position on the floor. "Ayanami-kun is still learning the ins and outs of cross-Timeline travel."