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Kaworu is feeling almost better from the last bout of being sick. He is seriously considering his medication at this point - it's not as if it affects him either way, but it's sure as hell affecting Akito and Yoite. Why he still can't understand why anyone would hold even a thought, let alone affection for him, he's never questioned it. That would be really stupid.

He's still too weak to even imagine the idea of going downstairs to order it, so he'll wait until tomorrow. After all, nobody knew he was supposed to still be taking them. He can just pretend that he was put back on the pills and injection.

Kaworu is laying on his bed reading, but he really has no idea what. He's more busy keeping an out to see if Yoite manifests today. He likes his days best when Yoite does. Of course, somehow he manages to fall asleep doing this - apparently not reading a book is tiring - but Kaworu will wake up when he needs to. He has faith in this!

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"That I'll be 'alive.'" As if the idea is a novelty. Perhaps he still wasn't used to considering himself as such when he died.

Edited 2009-11-03 08:47 (UTC)

"I am alive," Kaworu says. "The bar always has a reason for what she does. When she feels the time is right, you will have a body again as well."

He smiles slightly, looking at the floor. "What would you do first?"

"Eat lots of food." He says this with a serious face, of course. "I ate very much when I was alive. Yukimi's fault, but he cooked a lot when I needed it."

A pause.

"I- Will I still see?"

"She fixed all of my wounds. I am sure that your senses will stay."

Otherwise Kaworu would be worse than Tiny Tim, here.

"I'll see, and taste, and when I touch things it won't be cotton."

"What sort of things will you touch?" Kaworu draw his legs onto the bed, hugging them with his arms. But he is looking at Yoite, nothing could stop him from looking at Yoite right now.

"Soft things. Warm things. Those are good sensations." He doesn't feel like he's being examined, or judged. Kaworu's stare is sort of nice.

"They are," Kaworu agrees. "I discovered real cooking a few months ago - not eating most of it, just aware that it exists."

Except cookies. They are his ulimate weakspot.

"My favorite is chikuzenni." It's like sharing a secret with Kaworu.

"Cookies," Kaworu says. "Anytime, any kind, anywhere."

He pauses.

"Root beer."

"I've never had root beer. It's good?"

"They put so many flavours in it I cannot even keep track. But it works well if you can get past the idea of foam."

He does not really like that part. Not that this stopped him from poking fun at others when they had a foam mustache.

"I haven't had anything with foam. Well, there was a little bit of foam in Yukimi's lemonade, sometimes." Deprived child. But Kaworu would know how that goes.

"Kaworu."

"Ah?" Usually whenever Yoite say his name so suddenly, one must pay attention. It's usually very important.

So he is listening.

"Will I sit with you when I'm... 'alive?'"

"I would quite like that," Kaworu may be understating a little, but that is alight. "If it is something you will wish to do."

He makes as if to touch Kaworu's hand, or sleeve, or something, but then he remembers that he can't, and looks disheartened, drawing his hand back.

"I'd like it, too. Your presence-"

He does not like that look on Yoite's face. This means Kaworu has to figure out a way to change it.

"Facsimile," he announces, all of a sudden. "I can feel the cold from you," He holds out his hand, palm up, "Perhaps if you get within an inch, you could feel my warmth."

Yoite stares at the hand, and then at Kaworu's face. {Eye contact is okay again, even if the bill of his hat obscures his own eyes some.) "Maybe." His hand is held out. It doesn't shake like it used to before he died. If he took his gloves off, his skin might be pure, too. But can a ghost undress?

There's a long moment of silence, during which Yoite's lips are parted as he examines. Their hands are very close to each other.

Then:

"I can feel Kaworu."

It's interesting that experiment worked, but outside of the analytical mind, Kaworu is just simply glad. He cannot identify most of the reasons he is, but for once, he is not in the mood to reason something out.

"I wonder if Yoite could feel my heartbeat the same way."

"Heartbeats. They're nice. You'll let me try?" Again, if they could, his cheeks would be pink.

The effect may still come across in Yoite's body language. Or perhaps Kaworu has just been studying humans for far too long.

"Of course."

This time, when Yoite holds his hand out, it does shake, but it's with nervous tension. His fingers (he's staring at them) hover near Kaworu's chest. "It might resonate?"

"ERGs are worse," Kaworu says. As if that was even in the same area. "Resonance - isn't a problem."

He would not offer a possible dangerous result to Yoite.

"I don't want to cause problems for Kaworu." He's concentrating. He wants to feel it.