Aoba never imagined Declan would do anything but let him know as soon as he was on his way home again. Why would it go any other way? The Guardian was so considerate, as prompt as he could be... and with the door only letting people in with permission, Aoba never imagined someone might sneak up on him, either. He was enjoying relaxation, safety, and the world outside the loud music he played was currently unthreatening.
The blip of his Coil on his wrist was barely a distraction, a bit of vibration rather than sound. Aoba didn’t know Declan was behind him to witness him tapping the message just a moment after its arrival, a prompt reaction rather than an overly excited one. Still, that polite little are you busy? prompted a chuff of amusement from him, some idle little expression to himself of that’s just like him.
Something behind the couch? Aoba’d been alone in this place for two weeks now and had been pretty careful about keeping things tidy and not letting and clutter spread from the pieces of work he kept doing. If something had been back there this whole time, wouldn’t he have noticed already? Well, better to check and—
Aoba’s arm went up and back first, to brace himself on the couch for a simple pivot and backwards-leaning peer over, but he only got partway through the motion before his periphery registered something very large and very white and his calm turn became something far more startled and jerkier as he completed the motion. His attention whipped up to Declan’s face first, his expression going through shock, amazement, and delight all in very short order.
“Declan!”
Aoba’s only response to the harmless little joke was elation. He was home! He was home already! Aoba hopped up from the couch in a hurry to greet him, but it was only when he was upright and a few steps into the motion that he finally realized Declan was barely wearing anything, and something about this fact was far more than Aoba could ignore outright. It didn’t… embarrass him, really, because that would have been dumb, but… geez. Why did he manage to look even bigger outside of his armor than in it?
He was… beautiful, really. Statuesque. Not that Aoba really had any business making an opinion like that, but, there it was.
It slowed him down, but only put a hint of color in his cheeks that he didn’t even feel happening as he wound up about halfway around the couch, a hand down on the backing of it. Maybe Aoba’d been on the path for a ‘welcome home!’ hug, but the lack of clothing stopped him. That would have been a bit much, for sure, but although Aoba stood a little awkwardly, it was with an excitedly fidgeting energy. A ‘I’m happy you’re home but I don’t know how to express it’ sort of thing. Words just scratched the surface.
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The blip of his Coil on his wrist was barely a distraction, a bit of vibration rather than sound. Aoba didn’t know Declan was behind him to witness him tapping the message just a moment after its arrival, a prompt reaction rather than an overly excited one. Still, that polite little are you busy? prompted a chuff of amusement from him, some idle little expression to himself of that’s just like him.
Something behind the couch? Aoba’d been alone in this place for two weeks now and had been pretty careful about keeping things tidy and not letting and clutter spread from the pieces of work he kept doing. If something had been back there this whole time, wouldn’t he have noticed already? Well, better to check and—
Aoba’s arm went up and back first, to brace himself on the couch for a simple pivot and backwards-leaning peer over, but he only got partway through the motion before his periphery registered something very large and very white and his calm turn became something far more startled and jerkier as he completed the motion. His attention whipped up to Declan’s face first, his expression going through shock, amazement, and delight all in very short order.
“Declan!”
Aoba’s only response to the harmless little joke was elation. He was home! He was home already! Aoba hopped up from the couch in a hurry to greet him, but it was only when he was upright and a few steps into the motion that he finally realized Declan was barely wearing anything, and something about this fact was far more than Aoba could ignore outright. It didn’t… embarrass him, really, because that would have been dumb, but… geez. Why did he manage to look even bigger outside of his armor than in it?
He was… beautiful, really. Statuesque. Not that Aoba really had any business making an opinion like that, but, there it was.
It slowed him down, but only put a hint of color in his cheeks that he didn’t even feel happening as he wound up about halfway around the couch, a hand down on the backing of it. Maybe Aoba’d been on the path for a ‘welcome home!’ hug, but the lack of clothing stopped him. That would have been a bit much, for sure, but although Aoba stood a little awkwardly, it was with an excitedly fidgeting energy. A ‘I’m happy you’re home but I don’t know how to express it’ sort of thing. Words just scratched the surface.
“Welcome home!”