2400 words down, going to finish 1-2 more scenes before posting.
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Lacking a ball to bounce off the far wall, Shinji contented himself with humming parts of the main theme of the 15th Birthday Concerto. There wasn't anything else to do in his dimly lit cell. He'd done his best to clean off the remaining LCL coating his plugsuit with toilet paper and the tiny sink, but even that effort had only occupied him for less than an hour. Now he was starting to get hungry. And bored. And…
"Fuck, I miss Asuka," he whispered to the empty cell.
How many hours had it been already? He took a look at the tiny readout on his plugsuit's wrist: 1918. Well past dinner time. Were they even going to bother feeding him? He wouldn't put it past his asshole father to-
The cell door rasped and slid open, the fluorescent lights of the corridor almost too much after the weak light in his cell. He covered his eyes and tried to see who had come.
"This had better be the last time I have to do this, Pilot Ikari."