Disclaimer: I don't own Eva. Never have, don't want to. Don't bother sueing. I'm piss poor.
A Play
It was one of those rare and few days when there were no tests or practices or training. Shinji decided to spend the day practicing with his cello, and Asuka was out shopping with Hikari. Early evening rolled in when Asuka came home, bags in tow. Shinji was so deep in the song that he didn't even notice she was there.
"Not bad, Shinji."
The unexpected words startled Shinji out of his playing, he dropped the bow. He turned around to see Asuka.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Have fun shopping?"
"Eh, it was so-so. The usual stuff was on sale. What was that you were playing?"
"The music? It was Kanon in D minor. Uh...why are you home so early?"
"Misato called me. She said she wanted me home early because she had something to tell us or whatever."
"Okay." was Shinji's reply as he put away his cello.
Forty-five minutes later, Misato came home with a tired look on her face.
"Misato, what's wrong?" was Shinji's concerned question.
"I'll tell you after dinner." was all the said as she entered her room. Forty-five minutes later, Misato emerged from her room dressed in her usual attire. She went straight to her beer fridge, and grabbed three beers. Sitting down, she chugged all three before speaking.
"Okay, here's the thing. The UN passed this thing which says that all wards of the UN have to have some culture in their lives. Technically, you are wards of the UN, so this thing applies to the both of you."
"What? Why the hell should it apply to me? I play the violin. Hell, even baka here can plays the cello."
"For some reason, the UN dosen't care. So, I figured that letting you pick a play would be the least painful way of doing this." responded Misato, laying the entertainment section of the newspaper in front of her charges. Shinji made a reach for it, but Asuka grabbed it first.
"Knowing you, baka, you'd probably pick something stupid. Let's see here," she said scanning the pages. "No...no...maybe...ahh, here it is, a revolutionary play combining film, stage performance and...audience participation? What the hell?"
"Let me see." said Shinji. "What's it called, 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'?"
Do you guys think I should continue this? Just be honest.
A Play
It was one of those rare and few days when there were no tests or practices or training. Shinji decided to spend the day practicing with his cello, and Asuka was out shopping with Hikari. Early evening rolled in when Asuka came home, bags in tow. Shinji was so deep in the song that he didn't even notice she was there.
"Not bad, Shinji."
The unexpected words startled Shinji out of his playing, he dropped the bow. He turned around to see Asuka.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Have fun shopping?"
"Eh, it was so-so. The usual stuff was on sale. What was that you were playing?"
"The music? It was Kanon in D minor. Uh...why are you home so early?"
"Misato called me. She said she wanted me home early because she had something to tell us or whatever."
"Okay." was Shinji's reply as he put away his cello.
Forty-five minutes later, Misato came home with a tired look on her face.
"Misato, what's wrong?" was Shinji's concerned question.
"I'll tell you after dinner." was all the said as she entered her room. Forty-five minutes later, Misato emerged from her room dressed in her usual attire. She went straight to her beer fridge, and grabbed three beers. Sitting down, she chugged all three before speaking.
"Okay, here's the thing. The UN passed this thing which says that all wards of the UN have to have some culture in their lives. Technically, you are wards of the UN, so this thing applies to the both of you."
"What? Why the hell should it apply to me? I play the violin. Hell, even baka here can plays the cello."
"For some reason, the UN dosen't care. So, I figured that letting you pick a play would be the least painful way of doing this." responded Misato, laying the entertainment section of the newspaper in front of her charges. Shinji made a reach for it, but Asuka grabbed it first.
"Knowing you, baka, you'd probably pick something stupid. Let's see here," she said scanning the pages. "No...no...maybe...ahh, here it is, a revolutionary play combining film, stage performance and...audience participation? What the hell?"
"Let me see." said Shinji. "What's it called, 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'?"
Do you guys think I should continue this? Just be honest.
