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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Espejo was kind--- genuinely so, rather than merely making a polite pretense. Neither did Aoba get the impression that the other man was coveting something untoward as often happened when people encountered his hypnotic voice. That sweet consideration of his feelings and previously agitated state of mind was stirring something in Aoba’s heart. It felt strange now to remember that just hours before he had been huddled on a storage room floor clutching his head and trying not to hyperventilate. This was no longer a crisis. He didn’t want to cause awkwardness by apologizing or thanking profusely but he felt like a bowl himself filled to the brim with the warm, wholesome broth of gratitude. He smiled with blooming affection and echoed the appreciative reception of their food.

Just after he slurped his first mouthful of noodles the question about feeding Ren had Aoba blinking in surprise and lowering his chopsticks. He chewed quickly, swallowed, and then his mouth formed a little ‘o’ as the question absorbed into his brain. Having never had a pet it was not the sort of thing that would have occurred to him to ask. Though, it was a perfectly fair confusion considering how realistic even obsolete models like his own appeared. They had much to learn from one another.
“Oh ah--- Allmates are robotic so they can’t eat. But that’s very thoughtful, thank you.” Then Aoba shook his head with wry self-deprecation. “I might be bad at taking care of a real animal… I’m used to Allmates who can talk to you like a human and when that fails be plugged in to diagnostics.”
A soft, considering hum welled up in his throat as he pondered that. He tipped his head to one side and regarded the man across from him curiously.
“Are live pets common where you come from? It seems like our worlds might be different.”