[Kaworu is fond of nighttime walks; they're a reprieve from the day's business so think about what he's experienced that day. Plus, the night sky is lovely.
What's less lovely is someone who can't seem to get up. Perhaps their will isn't strong enough, or perhaps their body has finally reached its limit, but it needs to be corrected in any case. Kaworu can tell that this person isn't dead, and so he kneels down close, and takes one limp hand in both of his own. He's murmuring,]
Now, now. This is no place for you to sleep. [He's gently taking the person's head onto his lap, just above his knees. Kaworu's kind of bony, but hopefully he makes a better pillow than the pavement.] Why don't we get you to your bed, friend? Can you wake up?
action -- if this is all right? let me know if otherwise! c:
What's less lovely is someone who can't seem to get up. Perhaps their will isn't strong enough, or perhaps their body has finally reached its limit, but it needs to be corrected in any case. Kaworu can tell that this person isn't dead, and so he kneels down close, and takes one limp hand in both of his own. He's murmuring,]
Now, now. This is no place for you to sleep. [He's gently taking the person's head onto his lap, just above his knees. Kaworu's kind of bony, but hopefully he makes a better pillow than the pavement.] Why don't we get you to your bed, friend? Can you wake up?