While Declan went to shower, Aoba finally went about prying off all his outer layers, himself. Unused (thank god) weapons detached and set aside, cloak and connecting gear pulled off, everything stripped down to the lower layers to better appreciate the cool air inside the ship. He even adjusted his ponytail, shifting it higher up the back of his head to get as much hair off the back of his neck as he could.
He considered defrosting a snack for the two of them, but decided that was best left until he was clean. If Venus had any kind of weird biological contaminants, he figured he would have been warned, so it was mostly just a matter of ‘don’t handle food with dirty hands’. In this case, the hands extended to everything, since that was just how gross he felt.
Ignorant to the crisis of self-image that Declan was suddenly experiencing, Aoba had Ren remotely wire the music from his headphones through the ship speakers. The electric beats of Goatbed began to pulse, a comfortable background noise as Aoba opened up one of Ren’s downloaded transcripts and gave reading up on the so-called ‘Mighty One’ another go.
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He considered defrosting a snack for the two of them, but decided that was best left until he was clean. If Venus had any kind of weird biological contaminants, he figured he would have been warned, so it was mostly just a matter of ‘don’t handle food with dirty hands’. In this case, the hands extended to everything, since that was just how gross he felt.
Ignorant to the crisis of self-image that Declan was suddenly experiencing, Aoba had Ren remotely wire the music from his headphones through the ship speakers. The electric beats of Goatbed began to pulse, a comfortable background noise as Aoba opened up one of Ren’s downloaded transcripts and gave reading up on the so-called ‘Mighty One’ another go.