Log; ongoing

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When; Nov. 13
Rating; G
Characters; Asuka ephemeric and Shinji t_h_i_r_d_child
Summary; Shopping for a cello!
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Asuka tapped her foot, crossed her arms across her chest and scrunched up her face, not because she is upset about waiting, but because it is what people who are upset about waiting do. Shinji was not late, really; but Asuka had not meant to be early either, of course.

Still, she did not want Shinji to ask about her being early, and the best way to do that was to be upset, or at least appear so. How she loved striking fear into the hearts of scaredy boys! In truth however, maybe she just did not want to seem nice. It scares her, seeing how she was changing. She knew that maybe it was for the better, but she feared letting go of the barrier she had built to protect herself.

But enough of that.

She glanced at her watch with her brows furrowed, tapping her foot a little quicker. Where is that idiot Shinji?

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He had been sure he wasn't late. He wasn't, right? He had been absolutely sure not to be because Asuka would be furious with him otherwise. He didn't really want her to be mad with him, or hate him, or leave. And somewhat ironically, after everything was over she had been the only person he had seen after it was over for the first time he sat up and was no longer in the Eva. She had been the first one he had seen in the City. And now, once again, she was the only one left.

But aside from the curses the city had, compared to some people, been okay to him. Sure, he'd died somewhere along the lines but... it could be worse. There were no angels, no Eva, his father wasn't there either. It was a second chance and he was glad for it.

Turning the corner then, he stops, blinks and smiles somewhat nervously at the Second Child "Er..." Ever the image of eloquence, is Shinji "You... weren't here long, were you, Asuka? I'm sorry I'm late." Even if he wasn't late apologies almost came automatically from him sometimes.

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Asuka turned to him, eyes narrowed in anger. She huffed at the sight of him and glared for a while before speaking. "No," she replied testily, "be glad I weren't or else you wouldn't be meeting anyone here." Not that the threat was real.

She turned around and walked away nonchalantly, as if she knew that Shinji would follow. "C'mon, slowpoke, I don't wanna be wasting the whole day with you." Not that she would mind it much. Asuka wondered if maybe she has learned a thing or two about forgiveness; forgiving Shinji for being Shinji as well as for being so similar to herself.

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Sighing, his head hanging heavily, the boy follows, of course. He follows well, after all. He's just grown that way. It's easier to follow than ask questions or stray too far out the box. The past events in which had done that after all had ended very badly. So much for thinking for yourself, he figured.

"I'm glad you waited," He said idly, smiling a little bit "I was starting to think I'd done something to make you mad again." That was a slight lie; if Asuka had been trying to contact him he hadn't noticed - the events over the city over the recent weeks caused him to hide away. Misato had left, Rei had left, Kaworu had left... He just wanted to hide a while. Then, he'd come out again and it felt like almost the second he had done he'd been accosted. And really, he didn't mind.

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Asuka walked slower, letting Shinji catch up to her so she could talk to him and not to her own back. There was still that haughty look on her face, but she told herself not to yell at him again. Unless he makes her, that is; it was something he was very good at. She gave him a weird look at his comment, as if he had said something unbelievably stupid.

"Not mad at you," she replied, brushing off the matter with one hand. Asuka walked like an overworked tour guide, more interested in checking out her reflection in mirrors and fiddling with her nails than talking to him. It was all just for show, however. "What's your dream cello?" She asked nonchalantly.

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Ahh, the look that said 'What, are you stupid?' he'd almost missed that. Almost being the key word. It left him with two feelings; annoyance that she automatically assumed anything that came out of his mouth was foolish and the more subtle relief. He'd rather than her calling him stupid and actually look at him than have silence again.

Shinji almost purposefully dragged behind a little, his head hanging as he sighs, but really if coming along was that much of a chore he wouldn't have done it in the first place.

"Huh?" Lifting his head, the boy blinked "Er... dream cello? I... hadn't really thought about it. It's not something I learnt because I was interested, or anything." Ahh, Shinji. Bland as ever. True, he had no real dreams and he had only learnt to play because he was told to.

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Asuka stopped in her tracks, turning to face him with hands on her hips. She glared at him, wishing with all her might that looks could really kill. "So do you want it or don't you?" She asked, almost yelling. She still could not understand him; how he could live on such little passion. Why live if you don't even want it?

"'Cause if you don't then you're wasting my time," she spoke with acid in her voice.

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The boy lifts his hands quickly in defence, as though he was expecting her to try and literally attack him after giving him such a look. She doesn't, this time and that's a relief.

"N-no, I'm not wasting your time! O-of course I want it!" He smiles a shaky kind smile, making a slightly nervous sound "I wouldn't have come along otherwise. Honest!"

Partly true. He was also a little too scared to turn Asuka down...

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Asuka was not going to swallow that so easily. Still glaring at him, she tilted her head to the side and tapped her foot. She was trying to decide whether or not to believe him and just not care. She let out a frustrated sigh, looking away from him.

"Tell me what you want," she demanded. "What you really want."

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He opens his mouth, then pauses, closing it once more and looking to the side thoughtfully. What DID he want? Whenever a question like that came up it tended to confuse him.

"What I want..." He mused lightly. Sighing then, he looks back at her and smiles a little "Let's see what we can find. I doubt there will be a lot of choice here, really. I... want to play again, though... So it's okay. Let's just see what we can find, okay?"

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"No," Asuka replied with more force than needed. "Answer my question." She believed him when he said he wanted to play, but she doubted he wanted it as much as she would. One might think that she was trying to push Shinji in some sort of direction, but really, she was just irritated.

Someone who wanted so little should just lie down somewhere and wait to die. What would be the difference to them anyway? They would be wasting oxygen being alive.