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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Aoba’s eyes went a little wide at the word ‘teleported’ and before he could repress it he made a small, surprised sound and echoed the term aloud. He had thought that what he could do was shocking yet it was nothing so impressive as that! The closest thing he had ever encountered to teleportation was how Usui’s digital form appeared in the streets to preside over Rhyme matches. But the fighting game involved only neural links--- it didn’t physically move anyone. How had such an ability come to be a reality, he wondered, and felt a surge of worry that something terrible had occurred in Espejo’s past. His mind naturally turned to scientific experiments. But whatever experiences had coalesced into obtaining that power didn’t seem to be troubling his companion, at least outwardly. And that was a relief. Aoba was an empathetic person by nature and did not want bad things for someone who was showing himself to be so kind.

The soothing tone of Espejo’s pleasant voice applied an iron to Aoba’s anxiety, warming and relaxing the wrinkles in his frazzled temperament. Visibly the shoulders which had been tense dropped and his face softened further. He sensed the gentle care was intentional and was resoundingly grateful for the consideration of his feelings. While he could handle enthusiasm (he was fond of Clear, after all) Aoba would have been a bit taken aback if he was greeted with force when he was still struggling to acclimate to the idea of being… presumably in space. With strangers who could be extraterrestrial for all he knew. He had been frightened enough during his captivity by Scratch and the warehouse they had taken him to had been in his own town with people he sort of understood. There was so much to take in now and he had not even left the area yet!

Those pertinent questions had him taking stock of his current state. He didn’t think he should reveal the shameful first moments in which he had panicked so much that one of his headaches had started to pound in his skull. Thankfully that pain was lessening. It had been a while since Aoba woke because he had taken some time to have a small breakdown before trying to contact anyone. Thus his body was sending him distress signals. Despite this, he nodded in answer to the first question about his welfare.
“I don’t think I’m hurt at all. But water and food are both things I should have, if I can.” He hoped he didn’t smell of the fear-sweat that had left him thirsty. “Do you have everything you need here? You said people are like a big family so I don’t know how much there is. Are other areas more… ah… abundant?”