“Midorijima, Japan…year 2XXX,” Aoba added at a murmur, letting the water drain out of the sink and drying his hands. Maybe a reference point would help bridge the gap between their eras or…something like that. Aoba didn’t know, really, but instead of closing up he just kept opening up to his sudden benefactors. It wasn’t like he really had anything to hide, either.
“I guess that’ll do it, though. Thanks, Ghost. We’ll see you in the morning, too.”
So then the construct would vanish, leaving Aoba alone with Ren…and his headache.
His little partner followed him as Aoba picked up his Coil and went briefly into the bathroom to collect his new bag. The old Decker clothes…maybe Tess would want to resell them or something? Not that Aoba expected much profit or anything like that, but with the wide variety of wares she’d carried, maybe Aoba could get a little something good out of them instead of just trashing them. Something to consider much later, though.
Aoba took his last pill and withdrew to the bedroom with his headphones. Like his Coil, he’d managed to hold on to them through his stint with the Deckers. It was enough to keep Aoba from dwelling long—or at all—upon the oddity of sleeping in another person’s bed. He fumbled around until he figured out how to turn off the lights, then lay down with the headphones on and Ren tucked at his side, letting the familiar music help soothe his brain until his medicine kicked in and sleep took over.
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“I guess that’ll do it, though. Thanks, Ghost. We’ll see you in the morning, too.”
So then the construct would vanish, leaving Aoba alone with Ren…and his headache.
His little partner followed him as Aoba picked up his Coil and went briefly into the bathroom to collect his new bag. The old Decker clothes…maybe Tess would want to resell them or something? Not that Aoba expected much profit or anything like that, but with the wide variety of wares she’d carried, maybe Aoba could get a little something good out of them instead of just trashing them. Something to consider much later, though.
Aoba took his last pill and withdrew to the bedroom with his headphones. Like his Coil, he’d managed to hold on to them through his stint with the Deckers. It was enough to keep Aoba from dwelling long—or at all—upon the oddity of sleeping in another person’s bed. He fumbled around until he figured out how to turn off the lights, then lay down with the headphones on and Ren tucked at his side, letting the familiar music help soothe his brain until his medicine kicked in and sleep took over.