[Video] March 9th (oops)

[braceforimpact]

[It's taken Kaworu over a week to get around to making this public post, which says something about his level of personal investment in this job thing.

Nonetheless, here he is: all 5'1" of white hair and intent red eyes, looking incredibly discontented about something. Which he's going to complain about for your edification, like... right now.]

I'm supposed to be the music teacher.

[Never mind that he's never taught anyone anything before in his life. Or the life before it. Or any time. But that's not really the issue.]

There are no instruments on the ship, though.

Am I supposed to make them? Or find them?

[Because the first one is something of a problem.]

Either way... it's a little strange to assign someone to do something you're not equipped for, isn't it? It makes you wonder.

[Kaworu, no.]

Anyway, if you have any information about that, I'd appreciate it.

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[braceforimpact]

[Sorry, Allison. Kaworu sometimes runs more on dialup than is socially convenient.]

I do play the piano and violin, but teaching someone to perform an art, like music... the trust between teacher and student... that's such an intimate relationship.

It seems very irresponsible to assign it to someone so casually.

[Speaking of 'socially inconvenient': Kaworu Nagisa.]

[allyisun]

[Well that's kind of setting off her creep-o-meter. Time to abort conversation?]

It sure does. But, uh, good luck with that!

[braceforimpact]

[C'mon, he's fifteen. What's he gonna do?

'Fifteen.' Whatever. Close enough.

Of course, he immediately responds with a completely guileless, gracious smile.]

Thank you. I'll try not to let anyone down.