[ What you fear becomes what you desire becomes what you fear becomes what you despise. It's a depressing dance to the drumbeat of self-destructiveness, though Misato doesn't readily admit it, still struggling against the waves to break to the surface. If nothing else she's persistent, irritatingly so, stepping up the game by sending him the sensation of water, water against his face, a bucket of it thrown over the metaphorical bed. ]
(Come on. A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting!)
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( Come on. A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting! )