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乀 (ˍ, ل ل じしˍ,)ノ
studio ghibli mixed with NGE (only added those scoots puffyballs from my neighbor Totoro)
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When Shinji and Kaw...
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It was a rainy afternoon, the kind where the world seemed to be wrapped in a soft, muted blanket of water, the sky a washed-out gray, and the air carrying that fresh, earthy scent of rain-soaked earth. Outside their new house, the moving truck had just parked, the wheels rolling slowly on the damp, cobblestone path. The sound of the rain tapping lightly against the roof was like nature’s own little lullaby, and the house itself sat nestled between towering trees, each one bending under the weight of the misty rain. It was a peaceful scene, one that felt like it belonged to a dream, a moment out of time.
Kaworu stood by the truck, his posture relaxed as always, though there was a certain softness to his expression. He pulled a large box out of the back, the cardboard edges crinkling slightly under the weight, and glanced over at Shinji, who was just inside the front door of their new home, struggling with the heavy wooden frame. He had been trying to get the door open for a good minute, his hands fumbling around the doorknob as he muttered to himself in frustration.
"Shinji, are you going to stand there all day, or should I come help you with that?" Kaworu’s voice was calm, a touch amused, as he walked over with the box in hand, his long silver hair shimmering in the soft rainlight.
Shinji, looking more frazzled than usual, shot a glance back at him. "It's not like I'm TRYING to be locked out, you know!" His fingers tugged at the doorknob again, and then, with a determined grunt, he finally managed to open the door with a satisfying creak. He stumbled in, arms flailing for balance as he almost tripped on the old wooden floor. "See? Easy!" he said, trying to play it off like he hadn’t almost face-planted into the floorboards.
Kaworu raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sure, Shinji. Very graceful." He walked past Shinji into the cozy interior, the smell of tea leaves and fresh wood filling the air as they both entered the house. The space was warm, nothing modern or flashy, but that made it all the more charming. The walls were lined with old bookshelves stacked with books of every kind, some weathered with time, others still holding the faint scent of old paper. A plush sofa was tucked in one corner, a few mismatched cushions tossed haphazardly on top. The soft, orange glow of a warm, flickering lamp cast a gentle light over the room, and through the large windows, they could see the rain falling, the droplets tracing paths down the glass.
"Well, at least it smells like tea," Shinji said, flopping down onto the couch and stretching his legs out lazily, still feeling a bit defeated by the door. He grabbed a random throw pillow, squishing it to his chest. "I don’t even know how you get this place to smell so good all the time."
"I have my ways," Kaworu replied, placing the box down gently on a nearby table and looking around the room. His eyes glinted as if searching for something. "Plus, it’s the nature outside. The rain, the earth, the trees... everything feels so alive here."
"Yeah, yeah," Shinji mumbled, still hugging the pillow like it might protect him from whatever was going on in his life. "If you say so." He glanced out the window, watching as the rain began to pour heavier, the sound of it almost drowning out everything else. Then, with a sudden, almost angry squeak, Shinji twisted his body and grabbed the nearest blanket off the couch. "It’s too cold in here!" he whined, covering himself up like a burrito. "How are you not freezing to death, Kaworu?"
