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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

While making a considering noise Aoba tried to imagine having the space to ride a long board on the ground. It would never work in the busy streets and warren of alleys around his home. For one thing Ribsteez territories divided the town into sections that had their own rules and temperaments. Maybe it would be possible in the derelict north quarter, though that would be dangerous for reasons entirely separate from one’s skill on a board. He was keenly curious to see how the sport worked here. He still had a minute understanding of the landscape and culture of the station.
“Just riding around with music sounds relaxing.” Aoba replied. “It might be more my style than taking damage playing Rhyme or Rib brawls.”
Having come from a world in which these were central to his daily life he once again forgot that he was likely speaking gibberish to his companion.

Nothing further was said of Platinum Jail as Aoba knew lingering on it would put him in a foul mood. But he was grateful for the derisive comment mirroring his sentiment--- some people would have been envious of those who lived for pleasure only. The rich were invited from the mainland to experience the place... and reportedly even further afield. But apparently this new friend of his did not covet wealth and constant mindless leisure. They seemed to be like-minded in some things which led Aoba to feel oddly comfortable in Espejo's company. He should talk to Ren about what the insightful Allmate thought later. For now, they still needed to procure him an apartment.

Picturing his own bedroom Aoba nodded in agreement to the assumption he would enjoy decorating. He was willing to experiment and possibly upgrade some of his dated belongings. Hopefully there were things in his preferred vivid colors.
“Yes, it could be a lot of fun! But I hope that my computer and headphones appear tomorrow. I can live without my posters and stereo but I need the desktop for Ren and music for my sanity.” He mused, smile tilted up wryly at the last part to show he was making light of it.
His hand slid out of his pocket to unconsciously reach for the familiar weight of his headphones. Finding nothing but the fall of his long hair he lightly touched a lock while taking care not to tug on the sensitive strands. The absence reminded him of something important.
"How does money work here? Will I have to get a job to afford things or are they just available?"