“It’s better than what I had with the Deckers,” Aoba retorted when it came to the couch comment, wondering again at the irony—or maybe just coincidence?—of going from one kind of ‘Decker’ to another, even if there was no comparing the two. A couch was perfectly fine.
He ate while Declan continued to speak, his own stomach and tastebuds thrilling to have something that wasn’t all sugar and fat and preservatives at last. Aoba glanced up at the dormant television, nodding in acknowledgement as he swallowed his mouthful.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll do that. I mean, even if I won’t be here forever, the more I understand the better I’ll fit in, right? And just because I may find another portal, that doesn’t mean I’ll want to jump through it right away.” Aoba sighed, looking down into his bowl, then out the window at the sky of an alien Earth. “There’s no going back once you step through, but you don’t know where it goes until you do. If I’ve got time to prepare myself this time around, I’d better take it.”
Perfect timing. Your tag came in while I was walking from the salon to the timeclock. X3
He ate while Declan continued to speak, his own stomach and tastebuds thrilling to have something that wasn’t all sugar and fat and preservatives at last. Aoba glanced up at the dormant television, nodding in acknowledgement as he swallowed his mouthful.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll do that. I mean, even if I won’t be here forever, the more I understand the better I’ll fit in, right? And just because I may find another portal, that doesn’t mean I’ll want to jump through it right away.” Aoba sighed, looking down into his bowl, then out the window at the sky of an alien Earth. “There’s no going back once you step through, but you don’t know where it goes until you do. If I’ve got time to prepare myself this time around, I’d better take it.”