"Ah, cockatoo. I don't know cockatoo," Declan considered, glancing at ghost, who holographically displayed a few photos of cockatoos, prompting a quick nod of agreement from the Titan.

"Yes! Yes, definitely," he chuckled warmly, amused by the correlation. At the follow up, his cheeks colored faintly, lips quirking at one corner with a pleased, flattered expression. Intense in a cool way, he'd said. That...was cool. He was cool? And intense, but not in a negative term. Shy he could have done without, but he wouldn't protest the truth. He was absolutely horrible at socializing. He'd never really felt all that inclined to talk to someone so much. While he couldn't pin a singular thing that made Aoba different, he was.

Maybe it was as simple as Aoba wanting to talk to him, too.

"Do you think I should change it?" he asked, reaching up and flicking floating sheets of his hair idly. "It's been like this since I first rose so...what...?"

"Four years, one month, eighteen days," Ghost intoned, Declan nodding slowly.