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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Aoba laughed gently at the warning about the food’s quality as it made him think of his own lack of skill. He had faith this would be a better meal than what he would have created. Glancing over he noticed it looked as if there would be more than the bare essentials, too, and that was a hearty start. The familiar sounds of a kitchen being used were so soothing and familiar like home. Though it distinctly lacked his grandmother’s grumbling and sighing. He was not certain whether that was an improvement or not. Regardless, he decided that Espejo was good company and was glad they had met.
“Yes, I eat meat. I dislike drinking milk but have no allergies that I know of. You won’t poison me!” Aoba reassured.

His gaze was drawn back to the wall and he explored another outline as if it was more than a flat drawing. The one he touched next had not been colored in and was smooth beneath his hand. It was probably a bit strange for him to be groping at them this way but tactile experiences were one of the best ways to connect to something for him. Aoba had been in tattoo studios with art on their walls but they were different than these expressions. Almost as if Espejo had tattooed his home, inking himself into it as one brought new shapes into their skin beneath the needle. It seemed to fit the man.
“I like it very much.”, Aoba replied to the earlier question. “You seem to enjoy art.”

No doubt because he noted the warm mood settling over his human’s mind and body, Ren’s plumed tail began to wag with a soft rhythmic rustle of fur against cloth. He said nothing but looked up to observe Aoba with limpid dark eyes. Grounded by the movement thumping against his side, the blue-haired man blinked away the transfixed state and slowly dropped his hand. It would not do to become too preoccupied when he still had so much to learn. Attention redirected, he turned toward the other man and approached the kitchen area so they were not as distant from one another for conversation.
“You said that drawing helped but the people did more? What are the others like?” Aoba asked curiously, trying to imagine what assortment had been brought here.