The color of it was off, but Aoba was pretty sure he knew a blush when he saw it. Really, it only seemed to confirm his feelings: when did you ever see a bad guy blush? Smiling to himself, Aoba adjusted the weight of his satchel on his hip and followed along when Declan began to walk.
Three miles wasn’t a short walk, but Aoba wasn’t about to complain after a life spent taking footpath shortcuts all over Midorijima anyway. The presentation of an alternative was yet another surprise in the series of the ones that kept getting flung at him as this day progressed.
‘Transmat’ wasn’t a word that made any sense to him but the ‘poof’ gesture sort of did. Aoba blinked, making the only logical connection he had the experience to make.
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Three miles wasn’t a short walk, but Aoba wasn’t about to complain after a life spent taking footpath shortcuts all over Midorijima anyway. The presentation of an alternative was yet another surprise in the series of the ones that kept getting flung at him as this day progressed.
‘Transmat’ wasn’t a word that made any sense to him but the ‘poof’ gesture sort of did. Aoba blinked, making the only logical connection he had the experience to make.
“What, like a portal?”