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[redheadcarrier]

This is so stupid. I am not going to think about Kaworu all day. I need to get out and do something.

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[oceanicbutterfly]

Who are you going to do something with?

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[eschatologist.livejournal.com]

[It had been a quiet day. Awoken earlier than usual to the fainter trill of the alarm. Repeated. (Once again. Almost too reluctant to pull himself from bed.) The slide of empty sheets beside him. And the absence of warmth. And it had been a quieter morning. Unaccustomed to the hour. The softer purr of engines beyond their bedroom window. The distant, distinct rush-roar of the commuter trains. (And it had been early for him. And it was early for him. Knowing there was quite a bit on his agenda for the day. Tasked to pick up groceries. To run a few job errands. To double-check his bank account. To deposit his paycheck. To start to pay the rent. And so on.)

It had been harder to maintain throughout the months, now. Something more pressing. But, what ends were met regardless - and that was enough for him. (Comfortable in this apartment. In this spot in Iwatodai.)

And the day seemed to continue to be quiet even as he returned home. Even as he managed to open the door with a soft thought (harder to repeat, this time - something newer under his own control), arms laden down with what bags of groceries he could carry (or afford).

It would be another moment before he wanders into the kitchen. Another before he manages to close the door behind him with a faint press of his foot. Locking it, if with a little struggle - wondering if Asuka was or is still home.]