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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLEAR by @ Hiki_
starter call.
so-- i honestly don't know how this url wasn't taken lmfao. but i am back and ready to do things gomen.. new theme/icons/url means a good refreshing start here! i used to be aodesire btw. i'll get to some replies and then maybe make a new promo,, but hello flops here.
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☣; ─ ❝…drink some more coffee.❞
"--i guess that would help.. i hope. do you want some?"
"Hmm. Surely you have time for a catnap, right?" He asked, ears perking up.
"--i wish. i'll be okay though." after all, aoba isn't the best when it comes to waking up on time.
"…Then take a nap?"
"--nn, but i have a lot to do."
"...so tired."
literally logs onto clear singing nicki minaj again why.
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!”
that same feeling of both excitement and nerves mix together once again, leaving a weird feeling at the pit of his stomach that he can't really describe. he'd agreed to the date so willingly-- and yet the actual fact that he is going on a date now no doubt is nerve-wrecking. this is of course, aoba's first. he let clear pull him along, embracing the slight fear mixed with anticipation, making his chest feel light and fluffy almost. with how many people are still out and about, aoba thought that clear would have at least requested to travel by rooftop, but instead he's even gone so far as to take the normal route. aoba can't help but feel a little guilty as well as grateful, remembering prior slight complications-- clear seems to be doing surprisingly well. upon arriving at their destination, aoba is quick to noticing what shop he was referring to earlier, as well as the restaurant. the overall ambience is calming -- the overall atmosphere tugging at his excitement even more so. it's truly a beautiful night to be out, that's for sure. upon closer observation, a small chuckle escapes lips as aoba diverts his gaze from the cafe entrance and to clear. "yeah, i guess it does give off the same vibe as koujaku."
he begins to wonder if koujaku's been here too. most likely so. with two small tugs to clear's hand, aoba beckons him then. "then let's go, clear." it's certainly like clear described on the inside, aoba first realises when stepping in. the interior decor gives the cafe a sort of other-wordly feel, what with how beautiful it all was. a great choice for a date. even if he's still undecided as to what sort of date this is... already, aoba's feeling the same warmth he felt when clear held him earlier today. the thought lingers when getting seated to a table, and aoba can't help but look to his hand whilst thinking so, a slight red tint reaching the top of his cheeks, though it's most likely hard to notice, he hopes. "clear-- this place really is as pretty as you said. ahh... what are you going to order?"
I trust you.
to some, the words might not have meant all that much—especially considering they were just joking about getting drinks at the bar—but trust was never something mizuki had taken lightly. maybe the words were simple, maybe he was looking too far into the statement, but there was no denying the fact that the words made him feel good. for a brief moment, a smile (something genuine) hovered against mizuki’s lips, his expression softening as he glanced away from aoba, studying his stock of alcohol in an attempt to avoid showing the reaction aoba’s words had gotten out of him.
"oi, way to put me on the spot there aoba. now I have to figure out what you’d actually like to drink," mizuki jested, a soft chuckle escaping him as he strolled over to the bar, picking up a few bottles and humming to himself. while tattooing was his passion, bar tending was his hobby. a hobby he was pretty damn good at, anyway; black needle was known for more than one thing these days.
"you serious about wanting a surprise? or should I just serve you something a bit more average?" honest inquire colored his tone now, the previous jest dropping from his words. the last thing he wanted to do was fix something aoba truly didn’t want to drink. "think you’d like something that’s flashy in color but subtle in taste. something that takes a moment to kick in, but once it does, you can’t help but sit back and be amazed by it.kinda like you."
a soft chuckle escapes lips as aoba waits. of course he's going to put his trust in mizuki. despite prior thoughts mixed with endless confusion, as well as the inability to connect... aoba's willing to make a difference at least. even through subtle actions and small greetings like this, can one start to build on something new. no doubt aoba wants to trust mizuki as much as others that he cares for. he's more than willing to be determined to make a change. "--eh? that's like me?"
he can't help it but be somewhat amazed, what with mizuki's perceptions on himself. flashy in colour, subtle in taste... of course he's going to take mizuki's word for it. perhaps something more subtle would be best for aoba, considering the times where drinking hadn't been the best decision for him. despite feeling a little more adventurous this time round, he's surely to make some kind of mess if drunk. a simple nod is given whilst waiting again, though a sudden curious thought crosses aoba's mind, causing him to stare at his hands momentarily before looking back to mizuki once again. "--now that you mention it, mizuki. what did you think of me? you know... when we first met?" quite honestly, aoba's memory isn't the best ( some reasons for that are obvious ), but he is curious.
DARLING, I want to { ∂ες†яøƴ } you
Imagine Aoba being able to successfully use Scrap on Virus and Trip but it requires so much power that Aoba falls into a coma and almost breaks himself (not killing him though because that’s just too damn sad).
Imagine what Virus and Trip would be like after being Scrapped.
"koujaku--" aoba greets the other, unlikely to be able to avoid him when turning the corner and nearly walking into him. such a scene before him is a little startling though-- "ehhh-- it's usual to see you alone."
Nigh ready to start whining in rebuttal — they can’t miss this date, they can’t — Clear manages to stay quiet and listen to whatever else he has to say, only to fall entirely silent after the fact. Somewhere more private? Where can they possibly go that is more private, but substantial enough for a date? It is a sacrifice he is unsure if he wants to make, not when Aoba could enjoy a fancy feast at a nice café instead. This is all too selfish of him, self-centered, selfish, selfish Clear. Disgusting.
—Going out this way and making Aoba upset, however, is also a bad idea.
He finds himself between a rock and a hard place, his pensive and fretful gaze still wavering to the floor. He wants to turn tail and run, run away and hide and never show himself again. He also doesn’t want to; he wants the courage to face these fears of his head-on. How is he supposed to do that when the mere thought of being seen tears him apart inside?
“Aoba-san…” He pauses, shyly dropping the mask to the ground with a clatter, unveiling his person in full. He is all frazzled and wound up, much like the day he first showed him what was behind the mask. “I don’t want to do that. I told you that I would take you to that pretty café, so I am going to. I’ll… leave my mask behind.”
Somehow, some way, he would do it.
it's not as though it really matters to aoba with what they do and where they go in the end. the sheer fact that clear has asked him out on a date is enough to easily bring a smile to the boy's lips, as well as brighten his day. there are hurdles amidst the happiness, however. ones to which he's certainly more than determined to overcome, hand in hand with clear. it's the determination in the android's words, along with the obvious fear and anxiety, that has aoba wanting to hug him right at this moment. --to have to do this... for a date with aoba... how admirable. "mm, clear." eyes would light up, a smile shown to encourage clear, as well as reassure him that he's never going to be alone. not anymore. "--you'll be fine, clear, i'm sure. it's going to be a lot of fun." aoba wanted to see the bright and bubbly clear, but it was certainly something to also see this side of clear. another side to which aoba can experience himself, containing exchanged words and special moments that he's able to claim for himself, and himself alone. instead of reaching out into a hug, again, a hand is extended to ruffle the android's hair, not wanting to invade any space at this particular moment. "ah-- we better get a move on, right?"
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”—A-Ah-“
Cue he nodded, although a bit embarrassed. Of course he hadn’t thought about that yet. But he saw girls wearing dressesall the time. So why couldn’t he? That had been his reasoning, however…
"I see.. then, I apologize Aoba-san. I won’t do it again!"
the android's expression would no doubt make aoba feel slightly guilty. he sort of feels like the grumpy adult, homing in to spoil whatever harmless fun he'd been having. after all, it is his own fault for feeling so embarrassed. with a pause and then a small sigh, aoba then exclaims in a hushed tone of voice-- "nah-- there's no need to apologise for it. i guess-- just.. do it in a quieter place then-- okay?"
Such reminders of his own personal goal just taper away at his faux joy, his self-esteem issues bubbling to the surface. Aoba is not to be privy to it by his appearance, his frown masked by the face of a porcelain woman. Even so, this doll-like face is still more human than he will ever be, more real. Even with encouraging words still ringing through his mind — (you’re) the most human thing I’ve seen, you’re remarkable, I want you to be safe — Clear still views himself with such contempt. One bout of courage and tender words will not erase that so easily, even if they may help.
Donning this mask may seem funny to others unaware of his predicament, like a random, stupid move, but for Clear, it’s two steps back. One step forward, two steps back.
“I’m sorry,” is all he can habitually say, at first. He is apologetic, truly, but the words still come so fast from instinct. It takes him more contemplation and ruminating through his head to find the strength to lift his fingertips, the digits pressing into either side of the goofy mask.
“I am not afraid of you seeing me. It is not like that. I am very happy that I can trust you to see my face. Aoba-san is the only person I can trust so much. It’s…” His fingers quiver, slowly lowering the top of the mask down, displaying frayed eyes wobbling with water.
“… It is not you, Aoba-san. It is… those people." Those he doesn’t know.
"--there's no need to apologise, clear." there's slight frustration with not being able to fully understand. from sudden emotions displayed so harsh, aoba begins to realise more and more, the actuality of clear's situation. to be scared of what people may think of oneself must be terrifying, there's no doubt about that. though aoba had been working himself up so much all of a sudden to go on this unexpected date, that for a split moment did he seem to dismiss what troubles clear faces on a daily basis. clear shouldn't be the one apologising-- "...y'know, it makes me sad to see you cry, clear." such a transformation is going to take time, if even any at all. as well as encouraging, aoba wants to be supportive too. pushing clear to going to some lengths to do things isn't any help -- obviously. with a finger does aoba reach up to wipe away a stray tear, hesitation before a small smile surfacing. "they're still people... just like me. if it makes you feel better, we don't need to go on the date today. or-- --perhaps we can go somewhere a little more private?"