over the city lights.
The very first thing that worried Aoba about was not the how, where, when, or why -- it was the who - as in who was going to take care of his puppy back in his apartment?
Whether this was going to be an extended vacation in the quiet town of Paralia or not, there was very little of his say on the matter. He had been uprooted irrevocably and while initially yes, he had been confused and most likely irritated, there came the worry of his little dog back home fending for himself. Ending up pacing back and forth so frantically that he could have walked a hole into the ground, eventually an idea struck him. Aoba hurried to his cellphone and thumbed through the contacts three times before he settled on Clear's name.
The thought occurred that he could have called Koujaku, Mink, maybe even Virus or Trip -- but those same suggestions came with the slightest doubt. Not that he didn't trust any of them, he did as they were all considerably Aoba's good friends (even if the latter two were kind of suspicious). Still...he felt like he'd only be burdening them in some way, shape, or form but Clear was a special case. Their first meeting had been something but they exchanged info none the less and Aoba remembered how polite, how kind, how willing to help he had been.
A quick exhale left his lips and Aoba threw any indecision leftover to the wind with a pull of his phone to his ear. The ringing on the other end caused his heart to beat faster and faster -- why was he so nervous about this? Aoba could only reason it being because despite the two having left on a good note that day, they didn't exactly know each other all that well. Clear probably had other things on his mind, right? - He had other cares, other problems, other worries, but even so, he hoped that Clear wouldn't think it weird of him to request something like this so soon.
"It should be fine...maybe I can do something for --"
His voice cut short when the resounding click of the other line being answered was heard and subsequently his heart leapt in his chest the moment Clear's voice beat against his eardrum. It took him another calming breath before he could respond, he felt so ridiculous about being so worked up over this. Better sooner than later, he reasoned and greeted Clear with a friendly hello.
"Ah, yo Clear...! It's been a few days, hasn't it? I mean...since we saw each other last time. Hey...where you are right now?"
