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[closed] the only road I've ever been down
Who: Allen Walker and Kaworu Nagisa
What: fruition of this. jesusy exorcists and angels meeting. and pastries. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG.
When: day 165
Where: Bakery near Sigyn hall
Rating: PG-PG-13?
[The bakery he'd mentioned was a short distance from the Sigyn hall; just a small sort of shop, really. Easy enough to find, though. ...The white-haired boy in a black and red uniform with the scarred face and a golden golem on his shoulder waiting outside helps in terms of being recognizable, though. Leaned up against the wall with a brown paper sack in white gloved (always gloved) hands.
...And a long black cloak with a hood pulled up that mostly keeps him dry. Though he does try not to sigh about or pull too sour a face at it; he really hadn't been counting on it raining this day after he'd had to put it off so long (honestly, he felt really bad about it)...
His luck...
But the golem flicks its wings after for a moment, snapping the rainwater out of them and peering its head (body?) closer to Allen's.] ... Mm.
[Idly petting it a little and letting his eyes close.] I know, Tim.
[—funny, you'd think it (him?) had... spoken to him.
It's alright. Nothing to do about it now.
So they were just waiting for Kaworu. Slightly melancholic despite having warm scones so close at hand, but that's more for feeling guilty about the last few days and postponing.
...But he'd made sure to try and get here early, after all, so he could pour on all his charm and score some of the day's extra pastries on the house. Occasionally he knows how charming he can be. Occasionally.]
What: fruition of this. jesusy exorcists and angels meeting. and pastries. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG.
When: day 165
Where: Bakery near Sigyn hall
Rating: PG-PG-13?
[The bakery he'd mentioned was a short distance from the Sigyn hall; just a small sort of shop, really. Easy enough to find, though. ...The white-haired boy in a black and red uniform with the scarred face and a golden golem on his shoulder waiting outside helps in terms of being recognizable, though. Leaned up against the wall with a brown paper sack in white gloved (always gloved) hands.
...And a long black cloak with a hood pulled up that mostly keeps him dry. Though he does try not to sigh about or pull too sour a face at it; he really hadn't been counting on it raining this day after he'd had to put it off so long (honestly, he felt really bad about it)...
His luck...
But the golem flicks its wings after for a moment, snapping the rainwater out of them and peering its head (body?) closer to Allen's.] ... Mm.
[Idly petting it a little and letting his eyes close.] I know, Tim.
[—funny, you'd think it (him?) had... spoken to him.
It's alright. Nothing to do about it now.
So they were just waiting for Kaworu. Slightly melancholic despite having warm scones so close at hand, but that's more for feeling guilty about the last few days and postponing.
...But he'd made sure to try and get here early, after all, so he could pour on all his charm and score some of the day's extra pastries on the house. Occasionally he knows how charming he can be. Occasionally.]
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Kaworu smiles ]
Religion, right? [ oh, kaworu knows. He knows it very well. His siblings' names all held religious names. Even his own Angel name was.
However, it's not that they were inspired on religion; religion was inspired on them. ]
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I'm glad it's different here, though.
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He turns a bit with a smile. One both happy and a little sad.] Because by the way you're describing it, otherwise we couldn't both be here?
I don't know what all of that is like, or if that means that others here are 'Lilim' like that. Since we're from different places. I can't really claim to know about any of that.
Something has to be different though, obviously. And I don't know how all that's possible, but I'm glad for that much.
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He smiles softly, though, because one thing is true. kaworu no longer has Adam here. ] Me too. i hope it will stay like this. 8 else he will have to kill himself again ]
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There's not a point in dwelling on that, is there? It doesn't matter to everything right now.
There isn't a point in bringing up something sad like that. He'd rather focus on what's now, what's future. Things that can still have things done about them. Living and making good memories, striving for good things. Not letting yourself be weighed down by things you can do nothing about, painful though they might still be.
(Also he'd be damned if that's a thing he'd stand for. Not that he'd know how to deal with it, but.)
So, he just smiles at that, soft but a little sad (understanding), because there's not really anything else to say to that.
And looking up. Ah, they're here.]
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You should change to something drier. [Not meaning to be patronizing. But they're both wet (well, Allen's hair is) and he said he hadn't ever been in the rain before, so...]
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This is my floor. Thank you for meeting me today, Allen. I liked our meeting very much.
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Mm. [Smiling more brightly, still gently.]
I did, too. [And he raises a hand slightly in farewell.] Thank you.
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[What a familiar melody.
He blinks a little, but shakes his head and continues up the stairs, raising a hand to play with Timcanpy's tail.
If the golem could whistle, he would just then.
Instead he's content to sit atop Allen's head, wings swaying gently with each step.]