he rolls his eyes, body leaning forward to point a finger at the man, head shaking. aoi likes to know things, that’s for sure, but sticking his nose into whatever the hell is going on ? uh, yeah. no thanks. ❝ hah ? have you taken a look outside ? even the locals are scared shitless. ❞ aoi’s raised hand gestures to their surroundings, the murmuring buzzing in his ears. ❝ and you want to go see what’s up ? hey, getting older’s hard ‘n all, but keep me outta your death wishes, date. ❞ // @order41205
Even with Aoi’s clearly less than thrilled reaction, Date only rolls his eyes. First of all, he’s not that old, and second of all, he’d like this permanent night bullshit to end as soon as possible. It’s bad enough that his body refuses to sleep when it’s actually night; he doesn’t have time to deal with what he’s sure will become even worse insomnia.
“You’re the one who agreed to come with me, so stop being a baby about it.”
He takes a sip of his drink (water, but if you asked he would say it’s vodka), looking at the aforementioned locals, most of whom aren’t paying the slightest bit of attention to them.
“The bartender said the disappearances have all been around the Eastern Gate, right? I’m not going to pretend I understand how anything works around here, but maybe there’s some mystical moon power bullshit going on. We could check the library--that’s safe enough, isn’t it?”
