Aoba glanced backwards and nearly dropped an egg on his foot. At least this time, his stare wasn’t the blushing kind. No, this time Aoba stared in surprise for how massive Declan still was even with all that bulky armor shed from his form. It highlighted, too, how pale and alien Declan’s skintone was, now that Aoba could see so much more of it. It didn’t make the Guardian at all repulsive, though. Not at all.
Eventually, he managed a soft smile. “Just tell me how many eggs you want in your omelet, big guy. You worked hard all night, so now it’s your turn to relax.”
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Eventually, he managed a soft smile. “Just tell me how many eggs you want in your omelet, big guy. You worked hard all night, so now it’s your turn to relax.”