[ Admittedly, Aoba's been down in the dumps after coming back to his senses in the emotional fallout of that recycling fiasco, what with how many people he's been harassing (and he still recalls, quite vividly, verbally lambasting all those hapless bystanders for dropping something so negligible as a newspaper on the ground). In particular, Clear hadn't deserved to be chewed out so acutely, and it's been weighing down on his mind — enough that he forgoes initiating a greeting call and instead halfheartedly trudges the whole way to Clear's apartment. In hindsight, he should've shot a warning in advance, but Clear typically visits him around this time, so it's really no big deal. Probably. Anyways, he's went ahead and deposited himself on the doorstep, ringing the welcome chime a few times like no one's business before plopping down on the steps.
He'll give him at least an hour until he has enough common sense to maybe text him, but when it comes down to it, Aoba's too concerned to pay heed to anything vaguely resembling rationality, mulling over just the right way to apologize. ]
[ The bell comes as a surprise to Clear, currently up to his elbows in frosting - but unexpected company is always nice, so he's hardly bothered by it! In fact, his face rather lights up, as he grabs for the dish towel on his way out of the kitchen, taking the corner so fast that his sock-clad feet slip out from under him. TOO EXCITE.
Despite the startled cry and all the accompanying clamor, he somehow makes it to the door in one piece. Of course, he had to wipe his hands before his could push himself up - and the wall he slid down, too, oops - so it all takes a little longer than intended. ]
Sorry! Very sorry, I--
[ WOAH, look who it is! After a moment of enamored gawking, Clear's face cracks into the biggest smile - and then twists into aghast realization, as he realizes that he doesn't have his mask on hand!
The only logical thing to do in this situation is smash the dish towel against his face, obviously. ]
Wa~h, Aoba-san!! I wasn't expecting you, please forgive me!
[ Aoba's just tracing circles into the asphalt, really — it's not like he has anything better to do as of late, so he's just been (unsuccessfully) tinkering around with Ren, checking the wares down the streets for disposable CyBuddy parts, staying up way past any ordinary working curfew to contemplate the meaning of his existence — you know, just the usual.
It's still sifting through his head, everything Clear's been filling him in on as of late (because obviously Aoba doesn't have the wherewithal or know-how to retrieve answers in the same manner), so if an apology's what it takes to make amends, then he'll gladly take the heat.
OR SO HE THINKS — because caught up in all of that self-indulgent wallowing, he turns like a good three minutes after the door shutters open behind him, and from there he's staring blankly at the guy shoving his face into a dish towel, looking disheveled as all get out.
Obviously, this only means one thing. ]
Oh, Clear — sorry I came without announcing first, I don't really know what was going through my head, I just wanted to apologize for the other day —
[ Jolting to his feet, he steadies his apparently swimmy Clear, awkwardly grasping at both shoulders with guilt literally embedded into his features. ]
Hey, hey, there's nothing to forgive you for. You ... aren't crying because of me, are you?
[ Stilling when Aoba takes his shoulders, he nearly exudes a mighty big question mark while attempting to process that statement.
And he nearly pulls aside his makeshift mask to look, but rather abruptly has to stop himself because nO?! ]
Aa, I'm--?! No, I'm not crying at all, Aoba-san. Having you at my home is a very happy surprise, in fact!
[ So he attempts to reassure the other, voice muffled by the towel left draped over his head so that he may reach out to clumsily feel for the other's arms......... ]
[ Aaaand he nearly stumbles off the doorstep in the process, because seriously, Clear, Aoba knows you have an actual face (a mouth, too, but who's checking) beneath that towel ... it probably isn't that bad to stare at in close proximity, even ... ]
S-Shouldn't you be watching where you're going?! Clear — wait a sec', you'll trip —
[ Fingers caught in a momentary fumble, they scramble and peremptorily latch onto one of Clear's wrists in an effort to deter him, his mouth pulling into a line. ]
Geez. It's alright if you don't want to show me your face. All you need to do is ask. I won't look.
Wah-- [ Okay, they're teeting, and Clear has no idea what's going on anymore??? When Aoba grabs, he grabs back (although holding onto that forearm as delicately as he may in the process) - and boy, is all that is enough to convince him that the other is right. Thankfully, without any actual tripping involved. ]
Really? [ Using Aoba's assistance to draw upright, uncertainty waivers in his voice without much thought to it. ] I'm sorry, it isn't that I don't want to show you, it's... it's just--.
[ Carefully, pulling away, his hands curl into the fabric to pull it forward, though hesitating to lower it away from his face. ]
You promise you won't look?
[ Sounding awfully defeated my his own request, he's seemingly decided on it, as he isn't budging just yet. Explaining, he thinks, will only prompt reassurance - and yet, the only comfort he may ever be able to accept is knowing that Aoba feels a better sense of familiarity with him first.
There's still an overwhelming dread that without knowing his heart first, he'd be rejected for the way he looks. Hell, he's been too afraid to even try looking at his own face. Beginning to chance showing himself to strangers was a good first step, but he couldn't do that with Aoba. He couldn't risk losing him, it would be far too devastating. ]
Don't you think I'll keep my promise? It's not like I'd start hating you just because I saw your face.
[ Barring the loaded question, Aoba's grip visibly slackens as he steadily affixes his gaze on Clear's torso as he draws up the towel around him like a man possessed by paranoia. And he's not feeling much of anything, in all truth and actuality, just burgeoning confusion and supplications just that side of collapsible. And even if there's something deeply discouraging about being distrusted at face-value, he won't entrench himself in useless conversational circles just because he wasn't sure how to proceed from there. As far as he's concerned, honesty is the best policy.
Aoba visibly straightens, retracting his seizing grasp to deftly fold them back into his pockets. ]
... I might've arrived at a bad time. Should I go? Or — I can wait, too. Whatever's more comfortable for you.
[ A message pops up in your inbox from an anonymous source. How strange! If you don't delete it immediately, you'll be greeted with an audio message that's quiet, at first. In fact, it's quiet enough that just in time for you to turn it up, it starts to speak. It sounds suspiciously like Xerxes Break if you know him, but at the same time, there's a totally stupid voice being used, since it's not like Break would send this message along. Emily, though? Of course. She's such a gossip. ]
Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, because if you don't, then something preeeetty bad might happen to them! Heart failure is pretty serious~! Kehehehehehe!!!
(( ooc note ; break is sending this to literally everyone in the game, so I'm sorry... Feel free to figure out he caused it, since it's not like he's trying that hard to hide it. ))
[ Clear will hear a loud rapping at his door before it abruptly stops. Should Clear deign to look outside, he'll see no one and nothing but a rather large package at his doorstep, all wrapped up in sea green.
Inside is a large ceramic platter, with a colorful little jellyfish painted at the center. ]
Yo, Clear!
I found this a while back and thought of you, so I guess now's a good time as any to get you one of these!
I hope it brings a smile to your face, like how you bring a smile to mine!
[Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! It is a time of generosity, and so Vietnam would like to share some food that one can share with family and friends. A package containing some bánh quy bơ quế (butter cookies with Vietnamese cinnamon MMMM), and an assortment of mứt (candied fruit preserves) for the New Year.
And he can eat all of that with tea. Or more so, these fish-shaped tea bags. Also a card is included:]
Clear,
Chúc Mừng Giáng Sinh! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
May your new year be prosperous and successful. And let's have dinner at my place next time, no?
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action (dated post-arcana card event)!
He'll give him at least an hour until he has enough common sense to maybe text him, but when it comes down to it, Aoba's too concerned to pay heed to anything vaguely resembling rationality, mulling over just the right way to apologize. ]
action!
Despite the startled cry and all the accompanying clamor, he somehow makes it to the door in one piece. Of course, he had to wipe his hands before his could push himself up - and the wall he slid down, too, oops - so it all takes a little longer than intended. ]
Sorry! Very sorry, I--
[ WOAH, look who it is! After a moment of enamored gawking, Clear's face cracks into the biggest smile - and then twists into aghast realization, as he realizes that he doesn't have his mask on hand!
The only logical thing to do in this situation is smash the dish towel against his face, obviously. ]
Wa~h, Aoba-san!! I wasn't expecting you, please forgive me!
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It's still sifting through his head, everything Clear's been filling him in on as of late (because obviously Aoba doesn't have the wherewithal or know-how to retrieve answers in the same manner), so if an apology's what it takes to make amends, then he'll gladly take the heat.
OR SO HE THINKS — because caught up in all of that self-indulgent wallowing, he turns like a good three minutes after the door shutters open behind him, and from there he's staring blankly at the guy shoving his face into a dish towel, looking disheveled as all get out.
Obviously, this only means one thing. ]
Oh, Clear — sorry I came without announcing first, I don't really know what was going through my head, I just wanted to apologize for the other day —
[ Jolting to his feet, he steadies his apparently swimmy Clear, awkwardly grasping at both shoulders with guilt literally embedded into his features. ]
Hey, hey, there's nothing to forgive you for. You ... aren't crying because of me, are you?
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And he nearly pulls aside his makeshift mask to look, but rather abruptly has to stop himself because nO?! ]
Aa, I'm--?! No, I'm not crying at all, Aoba-san. Having you at my home is a very happy surprise, in fact!
[ So he attempts to reassure the other, voice muffled by the towel left draped over his head so that he may reach out to clumsily feel for the other's arms......... ]
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S-Shouldn't you be watching where you're going?! Clear — wait a sec', you'll trip —
[ Fingers caught in a momentary fumble, they scramble and peremptorily latch onto one of Clear's wrists in an effort to deter him, his mouth pulling into a line. ]
Geez. It's alright if you don't want to show me your face. All you need to do is ask. I won't look.
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Really? [ Using Aoba's assistance to draw upright, uncertainty waivers in his voice without much thought to it. ] I'm sorry, it isn't that I don't want to show you, it's... it's just--.
[ Carefully, pulling away, his hands curl into the fabric to pull it forward, though hesitating to lower it away from his face. ]
You promise you won't look?
[ Sounding awfully defeated my his own request, he's seemingly decided on it, as he isn't budging just yet. Explaining, he thinks, will only prompt reassurance - and yet, the only comfort he may ever be able to accept is knowing that Aoba feels a better sense of familiarity with him first.
There's still an overwhelming dread that without knowing his heart first, he'd be rejected for the way he looks. Hell, he's been too afraid to even try looking at his own face. Beginning to chance showing himself to strangers was a good first step, but he couldn't do that with Aoba. He couldn't risk losing him, it would be far too devastating. ]
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[ Barring the loaded question, Aoba's grip visibly slackens as he steadily affixes his gaze on Clear's torso as he draws up the towel around him like a man possessed by paranoia. And he's not feeling much of anything, in all truth and actuality, just burgeoning confusion and supplications just that side of collapsible. And even if there's something deeply discouraging about being distrusted at face-value, he won't entrench himself in useless conversational circles just because he wasn't sure how to proceed from there. As far as he's concerned, honesty is the best policy.
Aoba visibly straightens, retracting his seizing grasp to deftly fold them back into his pockets. ]
... I might've arrived at a bad time. Should I go? Or — I can wait, too. Whatever's more comfortable for you.
voice;
Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, because if you don't, then something preeeetty bad might happen to them! Heart failure is pretty serious~! Kehehehehehe!!!
(( ooc note ; break is sending this to literally everyone in the game, so I'm sorry... Feel free to figure out he caused it, since it's not like he's trying that hard to hide it. ))
[ YOU SAW NOTHING ]
Inside is a large ceramic platter, with a colorful little jellyfish painted at the center. ]
package!
And he can eat all of that with tea. Or more so, these fish-shaped tea bags. Also a card is included:]
Clear,
Chúc Mừng Giáng Sinh! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
May your new year be prosperous and successful. And let's have dinner at my place next time, no?
Vietnam