Ghost's eye flicked over, watching but not shouting for Aoba or anything. If the truth spilled it spilled. No Guardian had ever remembered anything before, he didn't imagine his would be the one to break the mold.
For Declan's part, he found himself relaxing under Aoba's hands, the fingers through his hair working like they traditionally would on a person, soothing, relaxing. Bright eyes drifted half-closed as his scalp prickled with comfortable sensations. It ddin't occur to him that he'd never been touched so familiarly; military barbers weren't exactly so free with their contact.
"I've seen statues in museums and old parks," he mused, nodding slightly, though careful not to dislodge his head from Aoba's grasp. "And some of my books...You think I look like that?" he remarked, humming a soft sound of thought.
"They have really short-cropped hair or really long hair usually, that I've seen. But my hair isn't curly...should I cut it and style it up some? You just want me to show my face, right? So anything works?" Because making life decisions centered around Aoba was easy.
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For Declan's part, he found himself relaxing under Aoba's hands, the fingers through his hair working like they traditionally would on a person, soothing, relaxing. Bright eyes drifted half-closed as his scalp prickled with comfortable sensations. It ddin't occur to him that he'd never been touched so familiarly; military barbers weren't exactly so free with their contact.
"I've seen statues in museums and old parks," he mused, nodding slightly, though careful not to dislodge his head from Aoba's grasp. "And some of my books...You think I look like that?" he remarked, humming a soft sound of thought.
"They have really short-cropped hair or really long hair usually, that I've seen. But my hair isn't curly...should I cut it and style it up some? You just want me to show my face, right? So anything works?" Because making life decisions centered around Aoba was easy.