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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.

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"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.

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"The next week or so?" Kaworu's brow furrows slightly as he tries to connect the logic on that. Which is... likely obvious, but considering how passively he submits to everything, it will take him a minute to recover.

Or a few.

"You always have a drink on hand for this sort of thing, it seems."'''

It is not a bad thing.

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Was Akito a mind-reader in Kaworu's worst times as well? Jesus.

"...if you are staying in here, let me... introduce the idea to someone first."

Kaworu did not want to see Yoite nearly setting the room on fire by accident again, after all.

And yes, he will submit with the drink. After all, Akito has not gone wrong yet.

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"It is only too bad that I cannot pay you as a nurse," Kaworu says, only half kidding. He does not like existing as an interruption at all, lately.

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"Is it?" Kaworu asks vagually. "I had not been aware.

Mostly I was shoved in a tube - "

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Fff. One of Kaworu's weakest spots, when it comes to pleasant interaction, is his hair. He used to let it get all a'mess when he was younger, merely so that someone would have to fix it for him. 'Really, are we just going to have to cut all of this off?' A threat nobody ever followed up on, except for he himself, taking random chops when he was thirteen and angry. Unfortunately, you could still tell if you paid attention.

"Perhaps once, but it must have been a hallucination, as it is conflictingly confusing otherwise, I was not an apostle, hardly worthy of it."

That statement makes sense. In his head.

"I don't show you appreciation enough."

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"But it is not fine," Kaworu says. He tries to sit up more in whatever way he can manage. "I am not going to be an angel of death again, ruin you - "