God, how dumb could Aoba be? When Declan said sweet things like that, watched sentimental animated films, cried at romantic movies, and worried about what might happen to Aoba when he got old….
He slowly got up from his seat, towards the side where their hands were linked so that neither of them had to let go, but in doing so his gear shifted and made him aware that Declan was fresh and clean and wearing little at all, while Aoba was still in singed, grungy combat gear. It surprised a self-conscious laugh out of him, free hand tugging at the wrap of cloak around his neck.
“As long as you don’t mind if I’m pretty grody compared to you right now? I-I’ll go wash up first, if you’d rather….”
Was that interrupting the potential moment? Did Declan even care?
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He slowly got up from his seat, towards the side where their hands were linked so that neither of them had to let go, but in doing so his gear shifted and made him aware that Declan was fresh and clean and wearing little at all, while Aoba was still in singed, grungy combat gear. It surprised a self-conscious laugh out of him, free hand tugging at the wrap of cloak around his neck.
“As long as you don’t mind if I’m pretty grody compared to you right now? I-I’ll go wash up first, if you’d rather….”
Was that interrupting the potential moment? Did Declan even care?