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Aoba Seragaki (notsoslyblue) wrote in spinningcompass,

Midorijima was built upward and cramped as Toue's playground had crowded it further and further into itself; but it was still vastly different than New York. Aoba noted the lack of hologram screens and crossing signs, the sleeker buildings, and how the skyline was dominated by soaring skyscrapers rather than a wall. No Allmates peppered the crowd with their non-human shapes. The colors were much more subdued wherever he looked and the architecture that faced the street looked less cobbled together. The acrid scent of car exhaust intruded on all the other mingled scents and the hum of both crowd and traffic was loud enough to almost need to shout over. It was all fascinating, if a little overwhelming in its newness. He was about to be swept along like a stick in the tide but he had Espejo to keep him from getting pulled out to sea.

It felt surprisingly natural to link his body to the other man’s so Aoba did not hesitate to clasp the hand closing around his. Skin warmed his own and wiry strength that would prevent them from being separated in the crowd towed him along. It had been a long time since he had held someone’s hand--- not since he was a child clinging to Koujaku for comfort. On his few dates it had always felt too awkward. He ought to have been shy as he had been about sleeping on his friend but he found himself instead glad of both the navigational assistance and the excuse to touch. It made him once again feel as if nothing bad could happen. Logically that was not true. Even if there was less violence and more order here there was plenty that could go wrong in a big city. But he let the reassurance trickle through the furthest reaches of his body and quiet the noise in his head.

Golden eyes wide but fixed ahead so that he didn’t run afoul of person or object, Aoba shifted their hands slightly so that his fingers slotted between Espie’s securely. It was a more intimate position but would be less likely to be pulled apart by the crowd. That was what he told himself, anyway.
“Pizza sounds great! I don’t often get to eat it because most of my meals are made at home.” Aoba replied, raising his voice enough to be heard. “I would like to see what’s sold in the shops here. Not Allmate parts, definitely, and I bet the fashion you like is better than all that crap the people in Platinum Jail wear.”
It belatedly occurred to him that the people around him might hear his words and wonder what he was talking about. He had no idea what it was to be a tourist, as there were none in the Old Residential District. Though by the intent way people strode along the sidewalk he wondered if perhaps he would have to work harder to cause a disturbance. He had no intention of brawling OR stripping, thank you very much.