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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Ah, so there was the enthusiasm he had felt came naturally to his new friend. Aoba was calm now so it wasn’t alarming and was in fact a welcome distraction from any lingering discomfort. Though he almost exclaimed in worry that Espejo was going to trip and fall walking backward. He stifled the impulse as the other man seemed like one in good command of his body.
"I don’t mind the questions.” Aoba reassured. It seemed fair that they were equally curious about one another. “This is Ren. He's my Allmate. Ah, I’m not sure you are familiar with Allmates. They’re usually assistants that can access the network and manage things for you, or fight for you in the game Rhyme. But Ren is more than that— he’s my best friend."
He cast an affectionate glance at the small figure trotting beside him.

“If you don’t mind we can walk today. I'm used to it since other means of transportation are unreliable in my hometown. You longboard? Do you mean one of those extra large hoverboards? I’ve seen those a few times.” It seemed cool, though perhaps it was more a nuisance back home. Aoba swept his eyes over the other man, noting the gauged ears and tattoos. While he had none himself they were very common, even encouraged as it was dangerous to be a young No Mark, among his own people. Espejo looked like he would get along with some of Aoba’s friends. Mizuki would have taken to his energy immediately and been vying to ink him soon after. A pang of longing hit him at the thought of his dear friend being potentially lost to him. It passed quickly, thankfully.

“We live on Midorijima. It’s a small island off the coast of mainland Japan. But it is now ‘owned’ by the Toue Corporation rather than the government. I live in the Old Residential District. Most people do because the north of the island is a giant resort called Platinum Jail that caters exclusively to the wealthy.”
It was obvious from the way a flash of distaste crossed Aoba’s face that he hated Toue and Platinum Jail. But he pushed the anger down and relaxed his fists, electing to slide his hands into his pockets to give his brain signals that he was without a care.
“Where I live is a bit cramped, dirty, and aging but I was never expecting to go anywhere else. I hope that I can find someplace that makes me happy here.”
None of this was said mournfully. Just simple forthright honesty. The corner of his mouth curled up again as he looked at Espejo. A big family, huh? That was promising.