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[creationofwill]

There's an abandoned part of the city that Kaworu is fond of. Well, all parts of Tokyo-3 were abandoned, really. That's just what happens when the entire human race defaults back to a primordial soup type substance

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[breathofyou]

"You can still hold yourself to standards," Miharu remarks. "Even if hardly anyone else is around to care."

Not that it is that messy, anyhow. The medicine, for example, is in perfect condition. But then, that would make sense, considering. Kaworu has been far more careful lately and it is most likely due to the sudden presence of his sister and her medical needs as well.

Honestly, it leaves Miharu impressed every time he encounters some sort of evidence of it.

"It hurts but I doubt it is anything that bad. It hurt far more when I hurt my hand."

That was a good specification on its own, considering.

[creationofwill]

"I'm sure a lot of things hurt more than this," Kaworu says. "That does not mean I'm going to skimp on helping you deal with it."

He ducks in back of a counter and kneels down, staring into a cabinet of medication. "It'll be a lottery of sorts as to what you get, though."

[breathofyou]

"You are going to poison me," Miharu says. "And I will let you do it."

He is resigned.

[creationofwill]

Kaworu blinks and peers around the counter at that.

"Why would you let me?"

Huh.