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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Aoba craved to ask more about the music that mattered so much to Espejo and parted his lips to do so. He knew how the art form could be salvation from all the pains and evils of the world; anyone who recognized this was a kindred spirit. But then he stopped and with some effort held his curiosity in. It seemed likely they would have ample time to share their interests with one another if this was home now. (He tried to avoid the devastating conclusion that he might never see his loved ones again.) It felt good to talk about softer things but he decided that currently it was important to orient himself in the ways of the station before he got distracted by a welcome discussion of their shared passion. Maybe they could talk about it over the promised food. That sounded wonderful.

He tried to focus on the new information being given to him instead. The description of how the barter system worked made sense. Noiz would have thrived here--- it sounded exactly like his kind of place. Aoba was unsure how he would fare. It was good he didn't need to find himself an occupation, he supposed, as he had few skills. He had only ever worked one job for a family friend. As for trading for favors... Perhaps his greatest asset, should there ever be need for it, was that he was wildly successful at talking people into things. Though he was more reluctant to do so now that he understood he had been injecting a minute amount of Scrap into his voice to accomplish that. He had forgotten just how recently his world had been turned on its head the FIRST time.

It reassured Aoba that someone who had lived here longer thought he would be alright. He had felt the calm and positive state he had built bow a little beneath the knowledge that was accumulating but it held. He was usually like this--- so long as no one was in immediate active danger he could adapt to stressful situations.
“I am still scared of what this means but… I’ve been in much worse situations.”
No one was hurting him, his mind had quieted, he was apparently very far from Toue, Ren was by his side… Things could have been significantly more dangerous than they were at the moment. Aoba hesitated before he added quietly, “I was terrified at first. But you’ve helped me feel better about everything.”

Suddenly shy with the admission and the smile directed at him, he busied himself scooping Ren up. Aoba tried to keep his easily stained cheeks from betraying his emotions. Silly to be reacting so but he was often embarrassed by sentiment. ’Idiot,’ he chided himself. ‘it’s not weird so don’t be weird.’ His Allmate misunderstood the purpose of the seizure.
“I am able to walk.” Ren informed, not protesting but merely helpfully stating the fact.
“No, you’re staying with me, okay?” Aoba replied, hugging the furry lump close to his chest.
“Understood.”
Feeling now less bashful he turned his attention back to Espejo and asked, "Will you tell me your story sometime?"