Well…so much for going out for drinks and a meal, Aoba thought, wandering over to examine the bag’s contents—since he really wasn’t interested in ‘gear’ any more than he had to be. Yep, that sure was a lot of food, alright. Enough to cover lunch and dinner, easily, unless Declan particularly felt like indulging himself.
“Rice and noodles are staples back home, too, so I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” Aoba answered, starting to unload containers.
An hour had, in turn, been plenty of time for him to basically re-load the bag Tess had kitted him out with at the start. He’d included the crystalline dagger and, despite protests from Ren, the Prismatic Heart among the items he’d packed. He’d felt oddly compelled to do so, though maybe it wasn’t anything more well-thought-out than an act of defiance. He could say that ‘the hues of his heart’ sounded perfectly appropriate for someone like him, with apparent multiple sides of his personality, but he also just plain liked it, whatever it had done. Aoba though it stood out among his collection, much as the dagger did.
Maybe he’d been a magpie in a past life, heh.
Taking it upon himself to shuffle food to the table for proper eating, his own appetite enticed by the smells after having an uninteresting breakfast, Aoba finally submitted to glancing towards the other bulky, rather foreboding cases. “So…what did you end up choosing?”
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“Rice and noodles are staples back home, too, so I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” Aoba answered, starting to unload containers.
An hour had, in turn, been plenty of time for him to basically re-load the bag Tess had kitted him out with at the start. He’d included the crystalline dagger and, despite protests from Ren, the Prismatic Heart among the items he’d packed. He’d felt oddly compelled to do so, though maybe it wasn’t anything more well-thought-out than an act of defiance. He could say that ‘the hues of his heart’ sounded perfectly appropriate for someone like him, with apparent multiple sides of his personality, but he also just plain liked it, whatever it had done. Aoba though it stood out among his collection, much as the dagger did.
Maybe he’d been a magpie in a past life, heh.
Taking it upon himself to shuffle food to the table for proper eating, his own appetite enticed by the smells after having an uninteresting breakfast, Aoba finally submitted to glancing towards the other bulky, rather foreboding cases. “So…what did you end up choosing?”