He clicks the remote, turning on the television as he begins his routine of clicking through every channel Misato subscribes to. Or at least, until the doorbell rings.
Sighing, he climbs to his feet. Opening the door, he smiles, and looks up at the imposing bodyguards in black suits. He recognizes them from his earlier years, and looks past them to the aged, black robed figure standing in front of him.
"Hello, Kaworu," Kihl Lorenz says, his voice less a greeting and more growl and spittle.
"Good afternoon, Chairman," Kaworu responds, "I was just about to make popcorn. Would you like to join me?"
There is a crash, and the two guards turn, both father and clone turning to look past them. Misato stares at them, and quickly collects her groceries.
"It appears we have company," Kaworu says, "I do warn you, Chairman. My guardian's cooking has something of an odd texture to it. Some believe it may be inedible."
Kihl Lorenz grins. It is a thoroughly unpleasant sight.
"I've had worse."
"I'm sorry, repeat that again. WHO is in your apartment?"