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Indeed. I was recently enlightened about fertilization between two males, which was something I thought to be impossible until then. Unfortunately, literary works are scarce here in Haven and Tatsuma-kun was reluctant to expand on the matter.
I thought, perhaps, you may be able to tell me more in his stead.
I thought, perhaps, you may be able to tell me more in his stead.
Don't tell me you-- y'know what, I'm not even fuckin' surprised if you're an alien, it's been a weird couple of months.
[It's been like five years since he saw Evangelion. The Angels were aliens or something, right?]
Like I said. You need a man and a woman to get pregnant-- two men can't have a baby. That's just how it works.
[It's been like five years since he saw Evangelion. The Angels were aliens or something, right?]
Like I said. You need a man and a woman to get pregnant-- two men can't have a baby. That's just how it works.
[after this post, but in reference to this and this]
[It's been an hour or so, give or take, since Travis posted to the network, and the stairwell is again empty and silent. Yet the silence feels oddly comforting now; the solitude reassuring and familiar rather than as stifling as it'd been when he'd first decided to vent his feelings at the rest of Haven.
Somehow? His sudden surge of popularity was just a little refreshing. Travis turns his phone about idly. Apart from being kicked down the stairs? His sudden surge of popularity was sort of nice.
When the fuck did he turn into a people person?
It isn't as if he's changed much. Not really. He's still the same old Travis Touchdown, number one assassin. He's never had room for mercy, or for forgiveness, or for... reconciliation.
The inside of his head, he realizes, is a place he minds a little less, lately.
Kaworu's words echo in his mind. Trust, huh.
But... maybe he is deserving. Maybe, even he-- same old Travis, the same blood on his hands-- could use a second chance.
Fuck. He really is going soft, isn't he? With a twitch of a smile, he slips his hands into his pockets and heads back to his room. ]
"That's more than enough introspection for one night."
[It's been an hour or so, give or take, since Travis posted to the network, and the stairwell is again empty and silent. Yet the silence feels oddly comforting now; the solitude reassuring and familiar rather than as stifling as it'd been when he'd first decided to vent his feelings at the rest of Haven.
Somehow? His sudden surge of popularity was just a little refreshing. Travis turns his phone about idly. Apart from being kicked down the stairs? His sudden surge of popularity was sort of nice.
When the fuck did he turn into a people person?
It isn't as if he's changed much. Not really. He's still the same old Travis Touchdown, number one assassin. He's never had room for mercy, or for forgiveness, or for... reconciliation.
The inside of his head, he realizes, is a place he minds a little less, lately.
Kaworu's words echo in his mind. Trust, huh.
But... maybe he is deserving. Maybe, even he-- same old Travis, the same blood on his hands-- could use a second chance.
Fuck. He really is going soft, isn't he? With a twitch of a smile, he slips his hands into his pockets and heads back to his room. ]
"That's more than enough introspection for one night."
Edited 2014-01-10 09:23 (UTC)
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