…Aoba could barely conceive of it. Free food? Free housing? Not just out of Declan’s kindness, but…culturally? Compared to the strain and crowded living back in Midorijima, the gap of poverty between Platinum Jail and the Old Resident District….
He couldn’t help it; he actually began to feel a little hopeful and it showed on his face too, a tentative thought that maybe this world would be a bit easier to navigate despite being so alien…regardless of it being Earth or not. Then at Declan’s last remark, Aoba actually laughed. It sounded much warmer than his last one.
“Declan…I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but the place I came from, I was bossed around by a whole gang of punks that called themselves ‘Deckers’. I know we’ve only just met…but I get the feeling you’re one of the last people in the world that deserves to be called something like that.”
It was impulsive, speaking his mind like that, and it wasn’t like he really knew the guy, but Aoba couldn’t help but express his gratitude.
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He couldn’t help it; he actually began to feel a little hopeful and it showed on his face too, a tentative thought that maybe this world would be a bit easier to navigate despite being so alien…regardless of it being Earth or not. Then at Declan’s last remark, Aoba actually laughed. It sounded much warmer than his last one.
“Declan…I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but the place I came from, I was bossed around by a whole gang of punks that called themselves ‘Deckers’. I know we’ve only just met…but I get the feeling you’re one of the last people in the world that deserves to be called something like that.”
It was impulsive, speaking his mind like that, and it wasn’t like he really knew the guy, but Aoba couldn’t help but express his gratitude.