Why would be not be? Ikari Shinji is no psychopath. Even his father, a person far more broken than he, was able to love in the end.
They were close to his apartment now. Just another block and they were there. The neighbourhood was much rougher than where they’d previously been. A part of town nobody liked to walk through alone.
"Kaiba is one of the biggest jerks in the world. Wavin’ around his cash like he’s super important and society can’t function without him. Tch. I doubt anyone is compatible with Kaiba. Except his brother."
The apartment was in view now, and Joey’s pace slowed down a little. Too many alleyways, you could be pulled in at any point. Best to always be cautious and on the lookout. It was less likely that something would happen since the two of them were there, but better safe than sorry.
Even while on the lookout, he was still listening intently, trying to figure Kaworu out. “Eh…? The way you talk makes it seem like you’re a… time-travelling super-spy who can cross through to different dimensions as well. …And…”
"…You may also be an assassin’ just to add to the coolness factor.”
He snorted at that thought, although after what Joey had seen, he didn’t deem it as impossible. Having been sucked into Ancient Egypt before and watched holograms of duel monsters suddenly become real and attack the city he lived in, he wasn’t as skeptical as most.
"…I have. …Egypt." Nod nod.
"Oh?" He smiled innocently over at the other boy, seemingly with his attention fully engaged. Yet the other’s added caution had been noted. Even as his crimson eyes remained trained on Joey, his other senses extended outwards into their surroundings. "… and what if I said I was all of those things?”
The question asked, he paused merely a heartbeat, before continuing on.
"Ah… Egypt. I have never been there, although the pyramids seem to be one of the most popular tourist suggestions on Earth." Nevermind the insinuation behind his words that he too was merely a visitor passing through Earth as one would pass through an errant city.
The foreign city seemed to evoked quite a memory within the other.
"How did you like Egypt?"
Yes, I have visited a variety of worlds besides those known as ‘Earth’. Terra, Gaia, Cybertron…
… and a variety of lands whose name I did not know. These are more different worlds in different alternate timelines however, instead of different astrological bodies within the same universe.
"Wait. Tumblrbot? That tramp!"
No. Sympathy and pity are often confused, yet are borne from entirely different emotions. One must be elevated to pity.
But to confuse love and pity? Such is only possible for one who does not understand nor know love at all.
I have no idea. My original form would not, but this one I currently inhabit is still unknown in many ways to me. The ‘Curse of the Eva’ from the timeline of the Four Impacts does not apply to me, but in other timelines…
Well, let’s just say this body was meant to last for fifteen years with no further thought beyond that.
No fantasy is necessary when reality is so easy in reach.
Anatomical diagrams flash by. Leliel is unconcerned with those. The book’s primary feature is its wonderful smell. He sniffs deeply from the pages and ignores Tabris’ inquiry. These Lilim are animals most bizarre. They perfume their technology. He sticks his nose in the center crease.
The spell wears off with time. “Basics. Are they ignorant of the Lilim body’s intricacies?”
Leliel pushes his lips together. Two pages in and he can see the reason for a Lilim’s ignorance. There are organs within organs whereas his old body used to exist in one dimension. Their ignorance is excused.
"I have been meaning to ask about the flesh betwixt the meat slab poles. The poles called ‘legs.’ Is there a cultural significa—What is that?"
Leliel’s mouth gapes open at the organless creature on the rack next to him. The squirrel hand puppet sags from its hook. “Tabris, they torture their own.”
He blinks as the other angel sniffs the book as if it were the most fragrant of flowers. Not the usual reaction to a textbook, but who is he to protest?
"It would depend upon the lilim. Some know very little. The doctors and scientists who are specialized in such topics as this would bear the greatest knowledge."
He makes a note to go back to the Science section and pick up more textbooks. Far more textbooks.
"Oh, that organ. The lilim are quite enamored of it. That is called…”
Only the slightest of pauses hinders his speech as his attention is redirected once more. A pale eyebrow raises.
"… that is a plush toy, Leliel. Something created to be played with, much like Teddy."
Everyone reblog this can’t this is perfect
Out of these 454k notes how many of them waited for the number to reach to zero?
you know how scared i was when it was almost zero
wait for zero
I got fucking scared and held my breath when it hit zero then i read it and was like “IM DROPPING EVERYTHING AND REBLOGGING”
One wonders at the depths of the death wish that you seem to possess.
Far be it for me to keep you from your poetry.
Excellent! Come here then. Play a game of Parcheesi with your kin.
Now, now. Chicken Noodle Soup is my scratchy pet. I can give you a beanbag animal instead. Its name is Rex. According to his documentation, he enjoys sssssinging. Ssssing with me.
You are welcome as long as you are not rude. Put down my kit and kick up your feet, Apostle. I insist.
/currently in the midst of leaving with your cat still in hand
Because they are from different sources entirely. Different world, different timeline, different people.
The timelime of the Ikari Shinji of the brown eyes tends to differ quite a bit from the other parallel timelines, especially when it comes to the Nagisa Kaworu that is native there.