[Shinji stares at the polished metal door in front of him. The placard next to it--K. NAGISA--seems almost accusatory with its large, blocky lettering. As far as Shinji knows, Nagisa-kun isn't anywhere near to this room. Nagisa should be attending a meeting with the other pilots and WILLE's officer team--something about humanitarian efforts on the mainland. It's very important work, presumably, and it's work that Shinji hasn't been invited to help out with. Which is just fine with him. It gives him the time to do something he's been wanting to do: investigate all that he can about their unlikely ally. He's come to accept that Nagisa doesn't intend to harm him, but that doesn't mean... well...
Exhaling quietly, he touches the button where the doorknob should be. He almost doesn't expect the door to open for him, just to further deter him, yet it's sliding open to reveal Nagisa's personal quarters. He blinks several times, then frowns, because the sterile bedroom isn't suspicious at all. Glancing over his shoulder, he checks to make sure no one is coming or going before he steps inside. The door slides shut behind him.]
Okay... [Talking to himself is truly sad, but he has to do something to interrupt the silence.] If I were an Angel, where would I... [Hide his plans for a hostile takeover? Please. Nagisa wouldn't even need a weapon, not when he could cut them apart, stem from stern, without breaking a sweat. Shinji scrubs at his hair, frustrated, before deciding to start with Nagisa's desk. Even Angels must be prone to storing things inside desks.
In general, the room doesn't seem like it's getting much use, even though there's a bonsai fruit tree sitting on top of the desk. A fully formed apple is hanging from one of the tiny branches, too. This seems really weird to Shinji, since he's heard that Angels don't need human food. It's really weird and, honestly, also kind of endearing--
Footsteps out in the hall. Footsteps right outside the door.
Shinji freezes in place, his eyes wide, his fingers just about brushing the apple. His heart explodes into a wild, galloping panic. Lacking anywhere better to hide (the bed is too low, there's no room behind the desk, fuck fuck fuck), he abruptly throws himself into the half-empty, 5-foot-nothing locker that's positioned near Nagisa's desk. The fit is uncomfortable and colder than ice, but he manages to get the door closed anyway.
Please don't be Nagisa-- Please don't be Nagisa--]
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Exhaling quietly, he touches the button where the doorknob should be. He almost doesn't expect the door to open for him, just to further deter him, yet it's sliding open to reveal Nagisa's personal quarters. He blinks several times, then frowns, because the sterile bedroom isn't suspicious at all. Glancing over his shoulder, he checks to make sure no one is coming or going before he steps inside. The door slides shut behind him.]
Okay... [Talking to himself is truly sad, but he has to do something to interrupt the silence.] If I were an Angel, where would I... [Hide his plans for a hostile takeover? Please. Nagisa wouldn't even need a weapon, not when he could cut them apart, stem from stern, without breaking a sweat. Shinji scrubs at his hair, frustrated, before deciding to start with Nagisa's desk. Even Angels must be prone to storing things inside desks.
In general, the room doesn't seem like it's getting much use, even though there's a bonsai fruit tree sitting on top of the desk. A fully formed apple is hanging from one of the tiny branches, too. This seems really weird to Shinji, since he's heard that Angels don't need human food. It's really weird and, honestly, also kind of endearing--
Footsteps out in the hall. Footsteps right outside the door.
Shinji freezes in place, his eyes wide, his fingers just about brushing the apple. His heart explodes into a wild, galloping panic. Lacking anywhere better to hide (the bed is too low, there's no room behind the desk, fuck fuck fuck), he abruptly throws himself into the half-empty, 5-foot-nothing locker that's positioned near Nagisa's desk. The fit is uncomfortable and colder than ice, but he manages to get the door closed anyway.
Please don't be Nagisa-- Please don't be Nagisa--]