Finally, his smile bubbles to the surface once again, brightening his formerly self-loathing countenance and dispersing the rain clouds above his head. Having abandoned his courage so briefly was but a minor setback, and he’d overcome it, managing to take the mask into his hands and toss it into a nearby bin. Why would he ever need that when he has his own humanity and Aoba to help keep him aloft?
“We should! I’m sorry for keeping us, Aoba-san!” His mood, especially upon the palm ruffling his fluffy hair, has taken a quick 180°. It is nigh as if he’d never sobered up prior, now perky and bubbly as he is wont to be. His hand shoots forth to snatch his partner’s own in a tight squeeze, and with his other cupping his lips, he calls out, “We will return later, Tae-san~!! I promise!”
She responds as he expects her to, beckoning firmly for them to return before too late, and he is quick to comply with brief and loud approval before bolting out the door. With his date in tow, even as exposure and late-winter’s breeze tickles his skin, he feels he can do anything, no matter how dangerous. Even so, he is surprisingly mellow about their transport and does not take them about the rooftops tonight, not exactly in a rush to get into the crowds of Midorijima’s bustling night life. Facing his fears is not quite the same as anticipating them.
This is something that he can do, and he shall with all of the strength within him.
The town is not as loud and horrifying as he believes, and it does instill some manner of relief upon stepping into the district. Lights are shining and glaring down onto the streets, yet the stars are mellow, raining down upon them with a celestial tenderness. Clear feels as though his head will spin, but it is not in such a terrible way, not like he’d felt before.
He’s been brave, and he will keep being brave.
“It should be around here,” speaks the android, tugging urgently at Aoba’s arm and pointing a finger in the general direction. Near them is that very music shop, white lights on and attention-grabbing, whereas next to it hangs dim, fiery lights with an oriental gentility. The bobbing lanterns greet them to a casual, yet traditionally-styled café, the environment warm and adorable.
“See? It makes me think of Koujaku-san.” He does dress rather traditionally, after all, so it would make sense for him to make such a close connection. “Isn’t it pretty? It is even prettier inside, too!”
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