Aoba attempted to stay super-focused on the ingredients, relieved by the familiar and pulling out the pan he’d identified last night and knew he would need again now. He assumed that Ghost would recognize Aoba was getting ready to cook and wake the sleeper on the couch, so he didn’t ask the little construct to do so.
The commentary he got instead was unexpected and, as such, pulled Aoba from his embarrassment just enough to lift his head and pay closer attention. Well. He wasn’t going to comment on the ‘marvelous’ part, but Aoba did slow down a little as he absorbed the bit of confidence from Declan’s little companion.
“…Those jerks in the bar don’t count. Everyone else I’ve seen really seems to respect him. The barkeeper, the commissary…even the Speaker.” Rolling an egg lightly between his palms, a restless motion, Aoba dared a glance back at those dusty boots—the only part of Declan he could see at this angle—as he admitted, “I’ve never met anybody like him.”
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The commentary he got instead was unexpected and, as such, pulled Aoba from his embarrassment just enough to lift his head and pay closer attention. Well. He wasn’t going to comment on the ‘marvelous’ part, but Aoba did slow down a little as he absorbed the bit of confidence from Declan’s little companion.
“…Those jerks in the bar don’t count. Everyone else I’ve seen really seems to respect him. The barkeeper, the commissary…even the Speaker.” Rolling an egg lightly between his palms, a restless motion, Aoba dared a glance back at those dusty boots—the only part of Declan he could see at this angle—as he admitted, “I’ve never met anybody like him.”