#dramaticalbooty

Once upon a time, Clear doubted he had a heart. He no longer felt this way, he knew he had a heart even if it didn't quite beat and flutter and skip the way a human's would. Eventually had he come to terms with that -- with the limits of his machinery versus the humanity he longed for. It was fine because even if he couldn't be with Aoba for Clear's "forever" - he would be with him for Aoba's "forever".

Until death would they part.

Some time ago, that would have made him irrefutably sad. The way he looked at it now however, there was a strange serenity that overcame him. They would indefinitely be parted but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the time they had left, right? Clear often reflected on his time spent with Aoba in Hive City. It was those memories that were the most precious, that had been ripped away from him once, and had been delicately pieced together afterward.

It was actually after the more recent incident in the city that Clear had created a scrapbook of sorts. He took what pictures he could or found from around the house and in certain areas of the city -- looked through Ren's memory for things he could add as well. Spending days upon days crafting this book with the utmost of delicacy, Clear had just been adding the finishing touches before bringing himself to their bedroom, eagerly showing it to Aoba in the next moment. 

"Aoba-san. . .since we just recently got our memories back, I thought we could look at this scrapbook I made. Just the two of us."

Even if Clear was doing as he was instructed, he didn't want to preface this moment between them with anything other than what it should be. A serene moment of warmth in recollecting memories, recalling each heart fluttering instance between them since their first meeting in front of Heibon to their first meeting in Hive City. Every single shared emotion that had passed between the two of them would surely be remembered.

As if he gave the other a choice. Noiz had gone over to his apparent friend and tugged on his arm, pulling him (or dragging) for quite awhile until they reached a certain house in a certain district. Once he was there, he continued to tug on Aoba until they were inside and up the stairs. Where there was the curious set up waiting -- this is when Noiz finally let go of Aoba and turned towards him to explain simply and briefly.

aoba was super peeved about dio being a hypocrite, it wasn`t a mun thing ! }

[[ he is a hypocrite, that's his thing~

There was only one thing that mattered to him and that was his fiance. He had hurried to find Aoba, finding him in the bedroom and being quite frantic as he hurries to grab onto him, seemingly out of breath. Now that he has Aoba in his grasp however, he doesn't know what to say -- he's calmed down yet his words, his worries and fears, come out in a quiet tone as he meets his beloved's gaze.

"Aoba-san. . .do you want to go home?" 

The earthquake was nothing he couldn't handle after the weeks of powerless ice and vicious monsters. So what if most people had to rebuild; Liu did, too. His hut down in District Alpha suffered serious damage and most of his possessions had to be replaced, a discomforting strain on his already almost empty wallet. He couldn't even afford everything he had to get a copy of. Oh well. He could live without them, for just a little while.

Despite his financial woes, he set out to treat himself for the first time since early January. He stopped by a coffee shop, purchased something to go, and then waited. Normally he would have preferred tea, but a coffee craving popped up every now and then.

Liu didn't even get the chance to see his cheap paper cup before the bells above the door rang, signalling someone had come or gone. When he looked, he discovered a strangely familiar face had arrived. They'd never met in person, but that face was memorable regardless.

❝Ah! The ball is starting and I'm not ready, where is Aoba-san? I hope he's dressed and ready to go!❞