Of course, Aoba couldn’t help but feel a little bad for embarrassing Declan again but—not to mention realizing that was a sort of weird thing to say out loud coming from him and not that merchant-lady, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Then again, perhaps he was just overthinking on a bad first impression. Not of Declan himself, no, but letting those words from the people in the bar nag at him so.
Maybe it was more strange that such a nice guy as Declan hung out in a place like that to get such a ‘nickname’ in the first place? Hmm….
Ren wandered back at the same time as the delivery, the small space not taking long for even his tiny legs to explore. He settled near Aoba’s feet as the man himself stood carefully out of the way, backing up into the kitchen space until everything had been carried in.
Aoba didn’t realize how good the idea of a shower was until Declan voiced it. It wasn’t like he’d been forced to live in his own filth or anything and he wasn’t unclean, but he looked down at himself and the Deckers’ colors and logos across his attire, and was promptly ready to be rid of it.
“I would like that a lot, thanks,” he agreed, finishing what remained of his water before putting the glass down. He approached the couch then, bending to the bag to acquaint himself with its contents. Plain or otherwise didn’t even matter to him; he just wanted the stuff he was wearing off and in the trash!
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Maybe it was more strange that such a nice guy as Declan hung out in a place like that to get such a ‘nickname’ in the first place? Hmm….
Ren wandered back at the same time as the delivery, the small space not taking long for even his tiny legs to explore. He settled near Aoba’s feet as the man himself stood carefully out of the way, backing up into the kitchen space until everything had been carried in.
Aoba didn’t realize how good the idea of a shower was until Declan voiced it. It wasn’t like he’d been forced to live in his own filth or anything and he wasn’t unclean, but he looked down at himself and the Deckers’ colors and logos across his attire, and was promptly ready to be rid of it.
“I would like that a lot, thanks,” he agreed, finishing what remained of his water before putting the glass down. He approached the couch then, bending to the bag to acquaint himself with its contents. Plain or otherwise didn’t even matter to him; he just wanted the stuff he was wearing off and in the trash!