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» Age: 24
» Seeking: My adoring Karamatsu boys and girls ♡
» Preferences: I prefer to love slowly, enjoy the satisfying burn of melting desire!!
» Interests: You, you, and of course.. you ;)
» Bio: I am a man with my own mysterious soul, the windows of my heart guarded, yet yearning to find the person that Fate deems worthy of being my lover.
Be the rose that I may pine after and adore, as I will hold onto you no matter how many times you prick me..

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Karamatsu Matsuno

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[ They don't talk about it, but the feeling is mutual. Feeling displaced doesn't mean that they didn't miss what they used to have - friends, family, familiar places. Aoba misses the sounds of Granny in her kitchen and the scent of Koujaku's tobacco, and the rowdy kids from the store. He's lucky to have Noiz, or at least a version of him.

But having found a friend - even this embarrassing, over-the-top guy - makes quarantine feel a little more like home. But... speaking of embarrassing: ]

Sometimes! I only said sometimes!

[ oh god, what has he done ]

If that is the case...
You are cute sometimes too, Aoba-kun!
Only sometimes!

_{[ Two can play by the same rules here. ]}

[ WOW ]

Stuff like that always sounds like it has a different meaning coming from you.

[ Because he's always on some extreme end of whatever spectrum. ]

Ah.. what do you mean? Do you think i'm dishonest with a statement like that?
I will be glad to prove otherwise... i could write an essay about your cuteness!
_{[ oh my god Karamatsu PUT ON YOUR BRAKES. ]}

[ UGH THIS IS PAINFUL! Aoba literally throws up his hands and flops back on the couch. He's going to ignore his comm device. He's ignoring you, Karamatsu.

Starting now! ]

[ ...But he did tell him...

That he wanted him to feel comfortable being himself around him... this is the bed he made, isn't it? ]

[ Aoba sits up and starts typing again. FINE. ]

You don't have to write anything. I believe you, okay?

I'm going to bed now.

I'm so glad you believe me with your heart.
Would you like me to sing to you.. a lullaby to wish you a good night?
_{[ this is a weird advancement, but Karamatsu actually offers to do this to his brothers when they cannot sleep either. ]}

[ ...God, he knows he's just going to keep doing this until he agrees, isn't he? ]

Sure, call me.

[ But Aoba has an idea. ]

_{[ Absolutely. He's a persistent little guy. He calls Aoba and doesn't start singing right away and greets him instead. ]}

Good evening, Aoba-kun. Are you ready for a lullaby to ease your soul?

Good evening, Kara-kun.

[ For a moment, Aoba rethinks his strategy. Ah, does he really want to use 'that'? Now that he hears his voice, he flops back and smiles at his device... his resolve faltering. He was thinking of using his voice to put him to sleep, but now...

Maybe he will. Just not immediately. ]

...Are you going to sing me a lullaby? Or is this going to keep me awake?

A lullaby! A-ah, for my soul mate, yes? The music of heavenly angels.. they are going to kiss the insides of your ears.. cradle your very spirit until you go to rest.
Are you ready for this, Aoba-kun?
_{[ come on, just get with it. ]}

[ Aoba doesn't know if he's ready. ]

Don't exaggerate... and that's a really embarrassing and confusing mental image...

Just play already!

_{[ Wow.. he really.. wants to hear him sing? Karamatsu wasn't expecting Aoba to actually allow him to get this far. It's different than karaoke where you have music and words to read. Something about this seems oddly intimate the more that Karamatsu thinks about it.

So, he just kind of stammers on the phone. Aoba really wanted to hear him sing?! ]}

U.. uwa.. are you certain... certain that your heart is prepared!?

Haah? You're not ready?

[ Aoba's surprised himself, the fact he's hesitating for a change. He always seems so ready to sing, after all. Aoba flips around on his bed, pulling the pillow under his chest and propping himself up with it before staring into the screen again. ]

Is it you who wants a song instead, Karamatsu-kun?

Or do you just want to talk?

Edited (ENGLISH MOFO DO YOU SPEAK IT) 2017-12-07 23:42 (UTC)

W-well, I do enjoy singing.. I do not think I have ever heard you sing before. I mean.. if you wanted to sing, I would not be opposed to listening to you!
_{[ Uh oh. DId he just make it even more intimate by asking Aoba to sing instead? ]}

[ Aoba feels the breath catch as he instantly clams up. YEAH. THAT IS. NOT WHAT HE MEANT... especially since Aoba was thinking more like, 'lets listen to music together for a bit' or something. But even if he didn't have a roommate, he'd still feel awkward about singing to Karamatsu. ]

...Sing? Um.

[ God, he can't even imagine doing that. ]

Th-that's... kind of... embarrassing...

Is it? What is embarrassing about it? I do not think I have heard you sing before.

[ Bristling, Aoba insists that it is embarrassing! ]

That's why it's embarrassing!

...I'm not good at it, is why.

Eh? I don't understand.

[ ...He's going to be explaining this all night at this rate. Maybe the path of least resistance, despite how he squirms uncomfortably at the thought of it, is the easiest route. Well. Let's just... get this over with. ]

Fine.

I guess I know a lullaby... Clear used to sing it.

_{[ There's silence because he's waiting for it. He has no idea who Clear is, but he remembers that Aoba has a special voice of some kind. He can't wait to hear what the singing voice is like! ]}

[ Aoba can't face the screen, so he lays back down on his bed and leaves it to rest on his chest, facing up as he takes a deep breath. All Karamatsu can see is his ceiling and the light from a table lamp bouncing off it.

He closes his eyes and tries to stifle the performance anxiety that threatens to abort this little mission of his before it's even started. He thinks about Clear, with his white hair and pink eyes and his painful innocence as plain on his face as those two odd moles beneath his mouth. A true weirdo, but if he thinks about it... he kind of surrounds himself with misfits, doesn't he? So maybe the weird one is him.

...Aoba takes a breath and starts singing, tapping two fingers lightly to his collarbone to keep time. He's not practiced, he doesn't know how to project himself, and there are times when his breathing is uneven. He's not at all professionally trained, but his uniquely developed vocal chords carry the tune well. ]

Sway, sway, swaying between the waves
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift into the distance

The dreaming jellyfish sing their song
and sleep on the gentle shore

Sway, sway, swaying, a ray of light
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift to you

No matter when, as long as this song echoes out
In many colors, they hang in the clear sky

Sway, sway, swaying between the waves
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift into the distance

The dreaming jellyfish play their song
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift to you

_{[ There is complete silence on Karamatsu's end..
followed by snoring..

Looks like you've done it without trying to. ]}

[ Aoba finishes the song, but he can't shake the feeling like he bombed it. Clear had such a beautiful voice that seemed made for it. It was also a little embarrassing, but he feels a little better after white-knuckling past that fear and just doing it, even if it wasn't anywhere near as good. ]

Eh?

[ He perks up at the sound, picking up his comm device and looking into the screen. He's so solidly asleep that he wonders if he even made it halfway through the song. With an amused huff, Aoba tucks an arm under his head and smiles, thinking it couldn't have been too terrible.

After a moment, he switches off the feed, but it'll be a while yet before he drifts off, reminded of a friend he's unlikely to see again. ]

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