potg: shinji and kippei

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Kippei hated more than ever the days that Shinji had to go back--he'd had more than enough time without Shinji, he felt, and it wasn't fair of the universe to continue to impose this restriction on them, even when Shinji was feeling better now. He would get sick again if he didn't go back every few days. Kippei tried not to resent this; it was just the way it was. But it bothered him, anyway. Still he was relieved that Shinji was back again, and hopefully feeling up to going out and doing something. Kippei had plans, if so.

He picked Shinji up at the hotel as usual, but instead of going home immediately, he paused outside, looking around. "You want to get hot chocolate again?" And then maybe something else.

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Startled, Shinji pushed his sunglasses higher on his nose, wondering what Kippei was up to, because he was definately up to something. But it wasn't like he could say not with that sort of offer. Kippei and hot chocolate? What sort of idiot would turn that down? No freaking way.

"Let's go. I want marshmallows though so if they say they're out we're going somewhere else."

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Kippei smirked, although Shinji couldn't see it. Marshmallows, of course. "I very much doubt they'll be out," he answered, taking Shinji's hand and heading toward the cafe. He hummed contentedly under his breath, the whole day seeming brighter and warmer now that Shinji was here. They had three days, and he intended to make the most of them.

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"They might be," Shinji protested under his breath, frowning a little and letting go of Kippei's hand so he could wrap both hands around Kippei's elbow, shifting close against Kippei's side as they walked, trusting Kippei not to let anyone walk into him. It was warmer, closer to Kippei, but maybe that was just his imagination.

"Did you miss me?" He only asked because he already knew the answer. "You know...you can call me now...in First Realm? On the phone."

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Kippei looked sideways at him briefly, a little surprised. He frowned a little as he returned his attention to the street; it wouldn't be good if neither of them could see where they were going--Shinji, because he couldn't see, and Kippei, because all he could see was Shinji. He concentrated on paying attention and answered a little absently.

"I didn't know that. You can call.... across dimensions?" Or whatever the hell it was that separated his world from Shinji's. It made his mind boggle, trying to think about exactly where Shinji's world was located and how to get there. He'd gathered that it wasn't heaven, precisely. Odd, but then, if it was heaven he didn't think so many angels would be sick.

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"Mmm, yeah. You couldn't do it before...that's why I wanted you to leave a voice message, but you can call me now. Or I can call you. I wanted to call you but I thought maybe you were at work and I didn't want to interrupt in case you were saving someone. But I got them to write down my number for me..." He smirked a little then and leant up to whisper where he assumed Kippei's ear was. "It's in my back pocket. You can get it whenever you want."

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Kippei's breath hitched as Shinji's mouth nearly touched his jaw, warm air wafting across his ear from the whisper. "Can I?" he asked in a carefully measured tone. They were in public, he reminded himself sternly. Why had he thought it was such a good idea not to go straight home?

"I'll make sure I do that, then." Not now, because if he went groping in Shinji's back pocket now, groping of other kinds was guaranteed to happen. "You can call me anytime you want, too... if I'm out on a run, my phone will be turned off and you can leave a message."

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"You do that," Shinji snickered, folding his hands back around Kippei's elbow and nuzzling against Kippei's shoulder. He had no idea who might be watching, but it didn't seem as noisy as usual so maybe no one was looking at them. He wasn't going to not touch Kippei just because someone might be watching. It wasn't like he could see them anyway.

"What are you going to have at the cafe? Can we have pastries?"

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Kippei on the other hand did not particularly care who saw them together, but certain things were just not allowed in public places, and he preferred to keep some things private, anyway. Exhibitionism was not one of his kinks, although he got a great deal of satisfaction out of visibly acting the part of Shinji's boyfriend and knowing that people who saw them would know they were together. Still, he drew the line at getting more physical than some serious kissing when they were in a public place.

"Mmm, if you want to," he answered idly, trying to get his thoughts back on track before they accidentally ran into something or someone. "I'm not all that hungry, myself, but I could go for a pastry or two." He was a healthy male, he always had room for a bit to eat.

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Shinji hadn't eaten and was getting hungrier the more he thought about cakes and little pastries and tarts and doghnuts and hell anything with sugar in it sounded fan-fucking-tastic. Put it with hot chocolate and Kippei was going to be hard pressed to get any attention at all for however long it took Shinji to devour whatever he ended up ordering.

"I want to. I'm hungry. I slept through breakfast and Kirihara was gone somewhere and I didn't want to make pancakes just for myself and so I didn't and I just came here instead. I want tarts for breakfast!" Hell yeah, that sounded like a damn good idea!

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Kippei chuckled, reaching across with his free hand to brush Shinji's hair back, as if it might interfere with his vision.

"You can have whatever you want," Kippei assured him. "Tarts or pastries or cake or a little of everything. My treat today. You can get it next time," he added before Shinji could protest.

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Whatever he wanted? That was a whole lot...but Kippei had never been hard pressed for money before so he supposed it was okay. Besides, his wallet was in the bottom of his bag and he didn't feel like fishing it out in the middle of a cafe. And Kippei did say he could pay next time, so...it was okay.

"Okay...but you have to describe everything to me, so that I know I picked the best one, because I'm not spending your money on anything except the best ones!"

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Kippei was amused, but he nodded a lazy assent. Describing food didn't sound too hard. He liked food. That was pretty simple.

"Sure, sure," he agreed, tugging Shinji ahead of him and placing a hand on his shoulder to guide him inside, squeezing it affectionately. "Tell me what you want and I'll tell you what it looks like."

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They were inside, the sound muffled and interspersed with clicks and clanks of plates and coffee cups and the steam from the coffee machine, tinged with that clingy scent of sweetness. God, Shinji loved cafes.

"I want a rasberry tart. And...a custard one, with cinnammon, and an apple turnover." Yeah he wanted everything. He could smell them, the different fruits and creams and god...all of it.

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"Mmmm." Kippei nodded to himself, having to agree that it sounded good, and looked and smelled good for that matter. He scanned the displays and spotted some likely looking tarts, describing them to Shinji in detail and feeling himself grow a little hungrier as he did so. "I think I'll have one of those too," he interrupted himself to add.

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A small smile played on Shinji's lips, because they were going to eat the same sweet food and for some reason that made him feel incredibly warm and happy inside. Hot chocoalte and sweet tarts that sounded incredible and Kippei eating the same thing. Kippei would taste like rasberry tart. Okay, so not thinking along those lines in a public place. He squeezed Kippei's arm gently and leant up to whisper, not sure who was watching them, if anyone.

"What about the custard ones? Is the custard too bright, too soft, too jiggly, too hard?"

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Kippei studied them judiciously, and then attempted to explain to Shinji the exact color and consistency of the custard, as he had no idea exactly what 'too much' of any of those things was as far as Shinji was concerned. He moved on to apple turnovers then, and also some cake while he was at it. Then he waited with a raised eyebrow for Shinji to decide if that was acceptable or not.

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The custard didn't sound right at all, which made Shinji frown, but the apple turnover sounded incredible. He wasn't interested in the cake, but he could smell something else and followed the cabinet along until it got really strong and smiled.

"Caramel slice. One of those, the turnover and the tart...That's what I want." And knowing Kippei that was exactly what he would get.

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Kippei thought the custard looked just fine to him, but he shrugged and leaned over Shinji's shoulder to look at where he was pointing. Mmm, caramel. That did look good. He pulled Shinji's hair back idly and smoothed it out while he placed Shinji's order, then added his own--one of the raspberry tarts and a custard and of course, hot chocolate for both of them.

"Did I get it right?" he asked afterward, an amused murmur in Shinji's ear followed by a kiss on his temple.

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"Mhmm," Shinji made a warm, mellow hum in the back of his throat, eyes closing under the warmth of Kippei's kiss on his skin and breath by his ear. Hot chocolate, tarts, slice, apple turnover...he was spoiled as all hell. He glanced in what he thought was Kippei's direction, looking up over his glasses as if he could see Kippei and whispered, easily as amused as Kippei.

"You're spoiling me. You'll make me fat."

Kippei chuckled, amused by the very idea. He slipped his arms around Shinji's waist, tugging a little until Shinji leaned against him. "I like spoiling you. And it would take an act of god to make you fat." Shinji was too thin, really, after he'd been so sick. "You could stand to gain a little weight, after all that," Kippei told him, kissing him on the forehead this time. "I don't want you getting sick again."

Shinji snorted, because he didn't give a damn if he did get fat, unless Kippei gave a damn then he supposed he might. He did like the kisses he was getting, but he didn't like the hint of old fear in Kippei's voice and words. They were not good words.

"It's okay. I told you, I'm staying. I'm not getting sick again. I'm going to get better."

Kippei was silent, merely kissing the top of Shinji's head and holding him a bit tighter. He was relieved when they were interrupted by their order being ready. "Come on," he told Shinji, picking it up and waiting for Shinji to take his arm before heading over to a table.

Order done, Shinji followed Kippei, liking that Kippei instinctively chose places near windows, with sun and warmth and light that Shinji could feel even if he couldn't see. He smiled a little, feeling for the chair and sitting down and then feeling for all the things on the table so he wouldn't knock anything over and embarass himself.

"I will get better you know," he mumbled softly. He wasn't sure why he believed it, but he did. He was still hoping for that miracle that Kippei would wake up one day and go 'oh hey, I was kidding, here's that mark you were on about', though maybe that was a dream he should drop already. But reality sucked otherwise.

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Kippei smiled painfully as he watched him, taking his own seat and wishing like hell that he could believe it the way Shinji seemed to. "Yeah," he said quietly, trying to project as much of a smile as he could in his voice, to sound like he did believe it, and maybe he'd convince himself. "You will." At least, he would get better than he was now, and that was something.

He bit his lip as he sorted out the pastries and put Shinji's in front of him, holding back a sigh and wishing that wherever it had come from, Shinji hadn't brought it up. It cast a shadow over his day now, making him feel a bit cold, even sitting here in the sun. He wasn't used to cold and didn't like it, but those dark days when he'd come face to face with the reality of losing Shinji, he'd started to wonder if he'd ever be warm again. Shinji had brought it back with him, light and warmth and life, but that cold shadow still lingered in the background. Kippei wished fiercely that he could banish it for good.

He'd spoiled the mood, and it hurt. Shinji sighed, looking out the window and wondering what was out there. He didn't want to spend three days with Kippei under a doom and gloom cloud, and he figured he held the key to that one, so he turned back to the table and felt around, tracing the plates and touching the edge of the various foods, watching out for the hot chocolate because he didn't want to knock it over. He carefully picked up the tart, inhaling the scent of it first before smiling at the sweet scent and biting into it, a happy moan escaping him.
"Oh god...it's so good!"

Kippei chuckled a little and took a bite of his own; it was damn good, but he didn't think it was quite the near orgasmic experience that Shinji was making it sound like. He suspected that Shinji was trying to distract him, make him feel better, and he was just as glad to play along. It wasn't like he wanted to think about it, anyway. To be honest, it was less that Shinji was successful and more the fact that he'd tried, that really made Kippei feel a little better.

"You sound like you're enjoying yourself," he noted sardonically, and took another large bite as he watched Shinji with amusement. "Shall I leave you two alone? Better watch it, or I'll get jealous, and I hear being jealous of tarts is pretty undignified."

"I am!" Shinji had started off just making the funny noises to distract Kippei but the more little nibbles on the tart he took, the more he wanted and the more little sounds he made. "I haven't had one of these in years!" Not since before he got sick and his mother used to make them for him and his sisters to eat when they got home from school. He felt a little guilty for thinking this one was better than her's, but he had a feeling it was partly because Kippei was eating one too.

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"Mmmm," Kippei answered, giving a long suffering sigh as he shook his head, but his eyes were still gleaming with laughter. He wondered idly if things tasted sharper and clearer to Shinji, if that was one of his senses that was heightened by his lack of sight. Then again, perhaps it was just Shinji, who always enjoyed food with a level of enthusiasm that had never really occurred to Kippei. He ate for fuel, to keep his body going at the pace he demanded of it, and taste was always a secondary issue to him.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you're having one now, then. Don't know that I want to get you one again, if you're going to like it better than me." He was kidding, and even if he'd been serious he'd never say no to Shinji anyway. But it made him chuckle again as he finished off his own tart and started on the custard. It really wasn't bad at all.

Shinji snorted, forgot completely where they were and leant over the table, careful not to knock anything, grabbing Kippei's chin and using it as a guide to kiss Kippei and lick the taste of the tart out, laughing a little when he got a bit of custard, not having realised Kippei had started in on the next one.

"You got ahead of me."

Kippei smirked a little, but he was feeling a nice warm glow creeping back in now and the expression had less of an edge than it might have. "Did I now?" he asked, wondering why what Shinji had said sounded vaguely dirty and deciding that his brain was misfiring a little from that kiss. "I'd rather be behind you." Okay, that was dirty, and also lame. He shook his head and took another bite so his mouth would be full and he couldn't say anything stupid.

Shinji flushed and grabbed his apple turnover, taking a large mouthful, completely oblivious to the white cream smeared on his lip as he let the sweetness fill his mouth, distracting himself and hopefully lessening the wild blush threatening to drive him crazy.

"In your dreams," Shinji rolled his eyes, because he had pretty much gotten over being a touchy sulk about no even stevens in their relationship, accepting that it was just another thing he coudn't do. Besides, he liked having sex they way they did it. He couldn't see how it actually got any better, so whatever.

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Kippei grinned at him, pleased that he'd gotten Shinji to blush no matter how lame the comment had been. He reached out and brushed a finger over Shinji's cheek, caressing briefly. "Yeah, pretty much," he agreed complacently, having accepted the fact that his dreams were probably the only place it was ever going to happen. That was okay. He could definitely live with that. It wasn't like sex with Shinji wasn't awesome just the way it was. He took a drink of his hot chocolate, washing down the custard and resisting the temptation to wipe away the cream smeared on Shinji's lip. He'd rather kiss it away, but later. Besides, Shinji looked pretty damn cute like that.

Shinji demolished the apple turnover in a few quick bites and washed it down with half his hot chocolate, starting to feel full but not quite there yet. He leant down close to the table and inhaled deeply, his happy moans turning throaty because honestly, caramel slice had to be a sin. He picked it up as if it were a relic and very slowly took a bite, sinking his teeth through the soft, chewy toppings and into the hard base, chewing and swallowing and oh god, that was so good.

"So good!" He had to say it out loud and he offered it to Kippei. "You want some?"

Kippei was just staring at him, half jealous and half turned on. He cleared his throat, quickly shaking his head. "No, um. No, that's fine." Jesus, Shinji was practically having sex with his dessert, and it shouldn't be as hot as it was. "I had plans for today," he muttered, "but I think they just got changed."

"You did?" Shinji wondered suddenly if he had spoiled the plan by coming, but doubted it. Kippei liked it a lot when Shinji came back, so it wasn't that. He tilted his head while he chewed on another gooey mouthful, wishing he could see the expression on Kippei's face.

"What were we going to do? ...And what are we doing now?"

Kippei was tranfixed by Shinji's mouth, watching him eat the caramel like it was a new order of sin, and oh yeah, plans were definitely changed. "Mmmm," he answered absently, absorbed in his watching. After a minute the question sank in and he looked faintly amused. "Well, I had been thinking we could go out on a date like thing and do date type things," he said vaguely, wanting it to still be a surprise in case they decided to do it later. "Right now, I'm just wondering how soon I can get you home and take all your clothes off." And finally lick that cream off of Shinji's upper lip. God.

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Ooookay...Shinji ate the slice a little faster, liking both ideas and not caring which Kippei chose. He finished the delicious sinful sweet and washed it down with the rest of his hot chocolate, legs swinging happily under the table because damn, he was a sweets addict.

"All my clothes off? Mmm...I think you should have to take yours off first."

Kippei watched him with heated eyes, drinking his hot chocolate absently so he'd have something to do with his hands. "That could be arranged," he agreed. "Why does it matter?" He was curious to know if there was an actual reason or if Shinji was just being random like that. His bet was on random, but you never knew with Shinji.

"Because I said so." Shinji just wanted to be able to touch Kippei as much as he wanted before Kippei sent him half mad with lust and he forgot how much he liked playing with Kippei's body. So really, it was only fair that Shinji get to play first before Kippei distracted him. He finished his hot chocolate, picking the marshmallow off the side of the plate and popping it in his hot mouth, sighing happily at the way it melted on his tongue.

Kippei groaned, standing up and leaving his own hot chocolate unfinished. "Come," he said. "Now." He held out a hand, ready to take Shinji arm as soon as he stood, then pulling him close with infinite restraint to lean down and carefully, briefly, lick his lip clean and kiss him gently. "Home, right now," he repeated, tugging Shinji toward the door.

Startled, Shinji was still touching his lips, feeling hellishly embarassed as he realised he had something on his mouth that whole time, but Kippei had kissed it away so it couldn't have been anything that bad.

"You know if you keep dragging a blind person around like that people will start staring, and then they'll start wondering where you're dragging me, and then they'll start whispering about how you want to take all my clothes off."

Kippei shot him a wry look of strained patience. "Shinji, they probably don't know you are blind, and it is quite obvious where I am dragging you and also that you are not objecting. Also, you are the one who is saying that I want to take all your clothes off where other people can hear you," he noted with amusement, winking at the mildly shocked gaze of a nearby customer who had caught the last part of Shinji's comments. The woman looked somewhat embarrassed, but she smiled indulgently after them.

"...oh." So he was. Still, it was fun and he was happy to hear none of the doom in gloom in Kippei's voice anymore, so he figured he deserved to play with Kippei as a reward.

"Mmm...do you want to go on a date tonight then? After we go home? I haven't been to a restaurant in forever! Last time the waiter paid me out because I was wearing weird colours."

Kippei was entirely focused on right now, and had little attention to spare for what might potentially happen afterward. He mumbled an agreement without really listening, and then blinked a moment later. "Weird colors?" Well, he supposed Shinji might dress oddly sometimes if he couldn't see what he was wearing, but still... Kippei had never noticed. Then again, Shinji looked incredibly sexy in damn near anything, so it wasn't like he necessarily would have.

"Well...I was wearing my sister's pants...I didn't notice. So there were little flowers on my jeans and glitter and stuff. And I wore this horrible shirt with green and orange stripes. Mum showed me later and heh...he was right, it was a really bad outfit, but mum and dad hadn't wanted to make me feel ba so they had let me wear it." He had felt a little ridiculous, but mostly just bad because he had made his parents look bad, even if it was just in a small way.

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Kippei stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and tilted his head, studying Shinji curiously, trying to imagine a smaller Shinji wearing flowery glittery girly jeans and a hideous shirt. The image that he came up with was surprisingly.... cute. And the expression on Shinji's face as he remembered it made a wave of tenderness swell up in his chest that nearly knocked him off his feet. He reached out and pulled Shinji into his arms, not knowing quite what to do with the unfamiliar emotion.

"I wish..." he murmured, helplessly stroking Shinji's hair. "I wish I had always been there."

Shinji blinked, startled and pulled off balance, clinging to Kippei, not sure which way was which for a moment. He took a deep breath and frowned, not sure what Kippei meant at first, but then thinking about it more and figuring yeah...it would have been better, to be with Kippei from the beginning.

"You get to be here for the rest of it." That was all that mattered, in Shinji's opinion.

"Damn right," Kippei answered, suddenly fierce. He bit his lip to keep from saying more; Shinji already knew that he was not allowed to do anything stupid like trying to die again or perhaps, if he had thought of it, staying away to avoid being a burden or let Kippei have his life back or some shit like that. "Every last minute, you hear?" He held Shinji tighter, suddenly raw with a swirl of emotion that perhaps broke loose more easily after the cloud of reminder earlier.

Damnit he had gone and ruined Kippei's mood again; the last thing he wanted to do. Not wanting to upset Kippei anymore, Shinji settled for petting his pretty, silky hair soothingly and nibbling on his ear.

"I'm not going anywhere other than home to take your clothes off, remember?"

"Yes," Kippei muttered, "yes, yes," as if he hardly knew what he was saying, but he held Shinji tightly and kissed him hard and desperately right there on the street, one hand slipping into his hair to tilt his head back farther as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into the hot wet sweetness of Shinji's mouth as if he were starving and could never get enough.

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Okay, definately had to get Kippei home, like right now. Shinji let Kippei have his desperate, needy kisses, then tangled his hands around Kippei's elbow again, pulling him off in what he could only assume was the right direction, having no real idea. Honestly, Kippei could be such a weirdo. Not that Shinji minded, but he was practically bi-polar or something. As if Kippei had the disease and not him. Not that Shinji would ever want that, but still...it amused him a little. He tugged on Kippei's elbow, wanting Kippei's attention.

"Hey...I love you."

As if Shinji ever needed to try to get his attention. "I know," Kippei told him, clearing his throat as the words came out rather rough and husky. "I know." Amazing and incredible and it warmed him clear through, hearing Shinji say it in that tone of voice, as if he were simply reminding Kippei of a common and obvious, but important fact. Remember? You should remember this. As if he could forget, ever.

They were going pretty much the right direction, so Kippei concentrated on making sure they didn't run into anything and tried to settle his emotions a little so he could get home in one piece. "I love you too," he whispered.

"I know too," Shinji smirked, glad he had once again pulled Kippei back onto a topic that actually mattered. At least, it did to him. Kippei needed to remember, all the time, that Shinji loved him, because he did.

"Hey Kippei?" Shinji frowned, staring at his feet, or where he knew his feet were. "Where are we?"

Kippei slanted him a slightly puzzled look. "A few blocks from the cafe? On the way home? On the sidewalk? What are you asking?" Or why, rather. Shinji didn't know where he was, suddenly?

"You kissed me," Shinji mumbled, embarassed. "I got distracted." It wasn't that he needed to know, really, where they were, it just made him feel more comfortable. He just wanted Kippei to talk to him, about anything, just so he could hear that sexy as all hell voice and to give him some sort of direction.

"I smell hot dogs. But I'm not hungry anymore since I ate all that stuff. Can we get hot dogs tomorrow?"

Kippei laughed out loud, and leaned over again for another quick kiss. Sometimes Shinji was so goddamn adorable. He shrugged comfortably, thinking absently that this was going to be a too damn long walk, and he should have brought his bike.

"You can have anything you want," he assured Shinji affectionately.

Of course, because he was spoiled. Shinji smiled faintly and snuggled in against Kippei's side, just enjoying the walk, falling into a daze of footfalls and thumping hearts, caressed by the gentle breeze, nothing in the world existing except Kippei and the ground. Which was just fine with Shinji.