It felt.. strange. He felt a sense of something he’d longed for his whole entire life, but could never obtain due to how things just were. He’d gotten used to the circumstances he was in, admitting to the fact that his life as simply different from others and that was that. Although he was calm about it, because technically Sei knew he wasn’t even born like a child would normally be, he couldn’t help but sometimes just wonder what it’d feel like to be able to wander where ever he may please, to do things he’d often hear Toue’s workers talk about, of course he’d be curious, never had Sei been outside the Oval Tower, not unless he was to split his being, something he’d do willingly for himself, though not often, it wasn’t exactly good for his self. Gentle hues would gaze around this unknown area, this certainly wasn’t Platinum Jail, nor was it the Old Resident District either. He’d wonder if eyes were upon him here as well, the same pair of eyes which had been looming over him since the moment he’d first opened his eyes to a piercing white room, unable to do as he wishes, until now. A step was taken, and then another, to be able to walk freely when not even being given a certain instruction, it felt.. strange. But it was a good kind of strange. Suddenly was he forcibly introduced to the sound of a multitude of footsteps, people going this way and that, and the male would stand like a deer caught in the headlights, that was until someone had pushed into him intentionally for him to at least move a step. And yet he’d simply stand there, his gaze fixated, eyes glassy and expression close to emotionless, a feature to which he’d unconsciously adapted to, though perhaps that will change.
Life was not a TV drama. One doesn`t wake up one morning with an action packed life unfurling before them like an anime, or brimming with people to jump out and reveal the biggest, darkest secret of your life that you`ve never known. Aoba thought he was living one of the most common lives in existence - he was just a regular guy earning his living…albeit in a city he was now trapped in rather than home in Midorijima. Except the tiny details that were crucial to his existence, the existence of so many gaps that were never filled in all the way.That he forgot even existed, more often than not. One of the most vital being the ability held within something as simple as his voice. In the back of his head were the haziest memories of his childhood, remembering in his dreams that he would speak with someone who was so familiar… and they would sit by a beautiful church on the beach. Then there was forgetting his entire history as a Rhyme player, a shock that had doused him like cold water when he heard it. He`d talked Noiz`s ear off, claiming he had nothing to do with Rhyme, when in fact, “he” was one of the most famous players who was actually infamous for mercilessly breaking his enemies. He didn`t remember anything. There were four people who were quite significant that he did not remember…or rather, were missing from him. Two were his parents, one was essentially a piece of himself and one was someone he never met entirely. One person he never knew existed. And that man was staring him right in the face as the younger sibling bumped into his brother`s shoulder, but Aoba was none the wiser. He was not his own omnipresent narrator, but a character in some bigger script, just as lost as everyone else. "Hey, what are you-- whoa, are you okay?
You seem kinda...sick." Aoba would have normally quirked an irritated eyebrow at such vacant staring, but those dark eyes were...different. He typically associated glossy eyes with a fever. Was this person lost in the city? He`d seen plenty of newbies in his days, but the far-off gaze that this one had wasn`t entirely one of being lost. He seems oddly complacent in a place like this. "Uh, do you know where you live? Sorry if that`s personal but, you look really tired." As though he couldn`t make it home on his own...
