It was…incredible wasn’t even a strong enough word for it. Aoba felt like he was in over his head, surrounded by things he could barely understand. While Declan was gone, Aoba woke Ren back up at last. The Allmate poked his head out of the satchel and Aoba stroked between his furry little ears for comfort as he conferred with his old friend for the while, catching him up with everything that had happened in the last…hour? Taking that portal away from the Deckers had been rushed, only half-planned, a moment of opportunity taken while backs were turned….
Now Aoba kept waiting to be asked who he was, how he’d gotten here, what he was doing. It didn’t happen. The masked face of the Speaker was a little intimidating at first, but the voice behind it was kind and patient. He explained and answered things without any sign of frustration or impatience, as far as Aoba could tell.
When at last it turned around that a question was asked of him, Aoba was surprised by the contents of it. As usual, the look was easily read upon his face as he looked from the great hovering shape of the Traveler and back to the Speaker.
Quarters of his own, huh? Then he wouldn’t have to impose on Declan’s space! Except then…he’d be taking up a room that could go to a Guardian, right? Someone actually from this world…fighting to protect it from whatever the Darkness really was. Aoba was just a drifter here; after a little consideration, the thought of taking up a space all by himself, that he’d done nothing to earn, made him feel awkward and self-conscious. But, then again, was it ruder to intrude in Declan’s space? Or was changing his mind on the hospitality that the pale giant had offered the greater social gaffe?
Aoba rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to decide, looking away from the Speaker’s masked face with a weird feeling like he was being judged, or maybe seen through. It couldn’t possibly be a question with a wrong answer, could it? But of the two options presented to him, despite his thoughts going back and forth on the possibilities, his gut instinct kept saying….
“…Until he decides he’d rather I not be around, I’m happy to stay with Declan. He’s helped me so much already without me even asking, and I feel like it would be rude to turn my back on that already. Besides…” Aoba was aware he was sort of rambling with his train of thought, but he’d never been good at concealing what he really thought of things—good or bad.
“…I get the feeling he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Maybe I can be one, at least while I’m here.”
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Now Aoba kept waiting to be asked who he was, how he’d gotten here, what he was doing. It didn’t happen. The masked face of the Speaker was a little intimidating at first, but the voice behind it was kind and patient. He explained and answered things without any sign of frustration or impatience, as far as Aoba could tell.
When at last it turned around that a question was asked of him, Aoba was surprised by the contents of it. As usual, the look was easily read upon his face as he looked from the great hovering shape of the Traveler and back to the Speaker.
Quarters of his own, huh? Then he wouldn’t have to impose on Declan’s space! Except then…he’d be taking up a room that could go to a Guardian, right? Someone actually from this world…fighting to protect it from whatever the Darkness really was. Aoba was just a drifter here; after a little consideration, the thought of taking up a space all by himself, that he’d done nothing to earn, made him feel awkward and self-conscious. But, then again, was it ruder to intrude in Declan’s space? Or was changing his mind on the hospitality that the pale giant had offered the greater social gaffe?
Aoba rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to decide, looking away from the Speaker’s masked face with a weird feeling like he was being judged, or maybe seen through. It couldn’t possibly be a question with a wrong answer, could it? But of the two options presented to him, despite his thoughts going back and forth on the possibilities, his gut instinct kept saying….
“…Until he decides he’d rather I not be around, I’m happy to stay with Declan. He’s helped me so much already without me even asking, and I feel like it would be rude to turn my back on that already. Besides…” Aoba was aware he was sort of rambling with his train of thought, but he’d never been good at concealing what he really thought of things—good or bad.
“…I get the feeling he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Maybe I can be one, at least while I’m here.”