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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

As Espejo told him about the animals Aoba took the opportunity to eat but was raptly attentive. It was probably not the most polite way to consume a meal but he did not want to miss any of this fascinating learning that he was being offered. He had his own things to say, as well.
“Really? Only one fabricated animal in a big space station? Things definitely are different.”
The mental image of his new friend cuddling with cats was too precious. It was always an insight to discover what animal a person would choose as companion. Sometimes it was one you would not expect, others it seemed almost like there could be no other. Aoba wondered what it said about Espie. He looked forward to finding out. Smiling, he shared another snippet of his world:
“There is an actual cat that I think must live somewhere near my house. She had kittens not long ago and I see them sometimes when I’m on the balcony of my bedroom. I’ve wondered what it would be like to hold one.”

‘Holding… yes.’ The thought trailed off before Aoba quickly shut down the thought of their hands brushing when they interacted with the cats. Maybe even grasping each other's fingers. Comparing their worlds and finding commonality was infecting his brain with all manner of bashful hues. Such innocuous words were delivered in a perfectly friendly way so it should not have been tingly, and yet. Aoba was finding Espejo did strange things to him. If he was less of an idiot when it came to his feelings he would have realized that the tickling sensation in his belly and his certainty he would do anything to keep the other man smiling were signs of attraction. Unfortunately, he was dwelling in confused ignorance born of inexperience and an uncharacteristic lack of self-awareness. Baa-chan’s specter seemed to appear before him, pink brows drawn down in disapproval: ‘Aoba. Stop thinking and eat your damned ramen.’

Before applying himself again to his food as instructed by the memory of his grandmother he caught his lip between his teeth and lowered his eyes shyly.
“I’m glad we have those things in common in spite of coming from different worlds. It feels weirdly lucky to have met a friend I get along with so well immediately. They call that fate, right?”
Generally, Aoba believed fate was either accident or engineered. But many shocking, previously unbelievable things were happening around and to him these days. Perhaps destiny was not entirely out of the question. For what, exactly, he did not know. Yet it didn’t feel threatening.
“Ah--- that sounds kind of stupid, doesn’t it?” He hastened to correct, flushing a pink that contrasted with the blue of his hair.