Another bad night of many had driven Aoba out of the safety and warmth of his room and onto the cold and empty streets of Midorijima. He was never ruled by any kind of common sense or rationality when he did so, just driven by a need to get out of the confines of his room, to know that he could leave whenever he wanted to. Usually he’d run for as long as he could manage, which usually wasn’t very long, and then he’d walk around until he’d calmed down. Tonight was no exception he found himself walking around aimlessly.
Of course, being that he’d left in a fear-induced panic he’d not dressed for the chilly weather–wearing only a pair of sweatpants, a ratty hoodie and shoes. Not to mention that his body was still weak and malnourished, which certainly didn’t help with keeping his body temperature up.
Lost in thoughts, tired and cold, he didn’t notice that he wasn’t quite alone on the streets, and when he suddenly bumped into someone he jumped back in fright–eyes wide and terrified.
Noiz wouldn’t brand himself as a night-owl ... but he also wouldn’t say he was an early bird. Tiredness ... fatigue ... those were the feelings people experienced late at night that prompted them to sleep, right ? He wouldn’t know anything about that. He slept when it was convenient ... Tonight, he just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Parting ways with his Team just a few minutes ago, Noiz wandered the streets of this district, debating on when the last time he had eaten was. Should he just go home & order in ? ... Maybe he should eat at the establishment for once ... Broken out of his internal questions, Noiz automatically gave a brutish ❝ Oi ! ❞ as he was bumped into, taking a half step back.
Guarded eyes stared down at the person who’s face was slightly covered by their tattered hoodie. ❝ What’s your -- ❞ The words went cold on his tongue just as his brows furrowed. Didn’t he know this guy ? It was hard to tell ... the technicolor fog of static that swarmed other’s faces invaded this one’s visage as well ... though in a way that was different. He could almost see who it was, as though his mind was screaming familiarity. Taking another half step back to get a better look at this guy’s face, Noiz leaned down & to the side slightly, to see under his hoodie.
❝ ... Aoba ? ❞ Noiz’s usual apathetic tone & expression distorted to something shocked for a moment as dim memories rolled through him. Sly Blue ... Heibon ... Rhyme ... Toue ... It almost seemed like another life; fractured reminiscence clouded his vision. Aoba ... had disappeared hadn’t he ? Sometime ... after that weird almost dream-like time spent rescuing ... Who was it they rescued again ... ?