Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-11-05 03:53 am (UTC)

“Aa, sure. I’ll see what we can find. And you’re still good company when you’re quiet, like I said. Besides…I had the time to take a nap. I’m guessing you didn’t,” Aoba answered warmly, flicking one hand in an idle ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture before heading off again.

Thankfully it was much less ‘come across’ and more ‘just ask Ren to scour whatever directories it was he had remote access to’. Still, even when he had a couple more books under his arm, Aoba asked a few more questions of his own and hunted a bit further. The next time he returned to the Guardian, he plopped down to the floor at Declan’s side with just space enough between them for the little stack of books he deposited there. All of them were of the requested subject barring the one Aoba had ultimately picked out for himself, trying not to feel too dubious about it all.

Letters he’d never learned somehow arranged themselves, as all others, into words that he could read as he flipped open a book of Greek and Roman myths, making no more commentary than that of his presence. If Declan was too tired to really speak, that was okay, just as it had always been.

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