Aoba actually had to doubletake at that proffered bag. It was probably the use of the word ‘souvenirs’ that really flummoxed him. Declan was a warrior out to protect the world from some kind of nebulous Darkness (or so it seemed to Aoba, to whom all the mentions of Light and Darkness sounded more esoteric than truly real) and he’d been gone two whole weeks fighting who even knew what. That did not at all sound like the kind of thing one brought home souvenirs from! But he also didn’t have to look any further than the coffee table to see that blue-green gem that Declan had brought home before, either.
He looked from the bag, to Declan’s stunningly exposed face, skipping past his bare chest (why did he look like he’d just taken a shower, anyway?) and to the bag again before finally taking it with an uncertainly begun, “You….”
…Was it going to be more ‘pretty’ things? Things Declan had looked at and for whatever reason thought of him? Of course Aoba wasn’t about to ask that, but the errant thought had him briefly coloring as he turned away to reclaim his seat upon the couch. Once there he set the satchel upon a free stretch of the table, and patted the couch beside him. Inviting Declan to join him, naturally. Whatever his friend had brought him, Aoba was prepared to make Declan tell him about each piece, in case the meek fellow didn’t volunteer much on his own.
He wasn’t expecting that to be the case, but he was prepared for it. He’d said he was going to be Declan’s friend for as long as he was here, and this was definitely part of it.
“Just let me finish this bit with Ren,” he said, giving the man a chance to join him. It didn’t feel right just leaving his Allmate open and nearly-finished while he got distracted by something else, but Aoba was also glad he was so close to done. He didn’t want to risk hurting Declan’s feelings by delaying looking at the souvenirs for too long, either, so in hopes of keeping the Titan feeling included, Aoba added, “Everyone you recommended has been amazing. Ren’s working better than I ever got him to before, and everything’s more compatible with him than I thought was possible.”
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He looked from the bag, to Declan’s stunningly exposed face, skipping past his bare chest (why did he look like he’d just taken a shower, anyway?) and to the bag again before finally taking it with an uncertainly begun, “You….”
…Was it going to be more ‘pretty’ things? Things Declan had looked at and for whatever reason thought of him? Of course Aoba wasn’t about to ask that, but the errant thought had him briefly coloring as he turned away to reclaim his seat upon the couch. Once there he set the satchel upon a free stretch of the table, and patted the couch beside him. Inviting Declan to join him, naturally. Whatever his friend had brought him, Aoba was prepared to make Declan tell him about each piece, in case the meek fellow didn’t volunteer much on his own.
He wasn’t expecting that to be the case, but he was prepared for it. He’d said he was going to be Declan’s friend for as long as he was here, and this was definitely part of it.
“Just let me finish this bit with Ren,” he said, giving the man a chance to join him. It didn’t feel right just leaving his Allmate open and nearly-finished while he got distracted by something else, but Aoba was also glad he was so close to done. He didn’t want to risk hurting Declan’s feelings by delaying looking at the souvenirs for too long, either, so in hopes of keeping the Titan feeling included, Aoba added, “Everyone you recommended has been amazing. Ren’s working better than I ever got him to before, and everything’s more compatible with him than I thought was possible.”