[Kaworu sees the gesture and gets what she means. He emits a strange sound, something between a bitter laugh and a huff.]
You're always less prepared than you think. It's so annoying.
[It's not directed at Bird. Not really. He walks on legs that feel shaking but hit the floor hard with a frustrated gait. There's pens on the other desk. They always have pens right there. Why didn't she just look...?
He grabs one and turns around, for a split second, he considers throwing it across the room towards the bird. His hand almost moves to do it, but then he crosses the room and slaps the pen down beside her before standing next to Paul, arms crossed, looking expectantly at her.]
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You're always less prepared than you think. It's so annoying.
[It's not directed at Bird. Not really. He walks on legs that feel shaking but hit the floor hard with a frustrated gait. There's pens on the other desk. They always have pens right there. Why didn't she just look...?
He grabs one and turns around, for a split second, he considers throwing it across the room towards the bird. His hand almost moves to do it, but then he crosses the room and slaps the pen down beside her before standing next to Paul, arms crossed, looking expectantly at her.]