[What is Aoba's life even... Sometimes he swears he has a neon sign above his head to advertise how he likes taking it up the ass. Not that he's not trying to keep things under control for Koujaku's sake as well. His business could suffer, and all.
Trying to turn a milder shade of red, Aoba ignores the stares of the crowd (it's probably just a few people looking, anyway - but that's bad enough!), and focuses on the food like his life depends on it. After all this, he's not even really hungry... Ah, but there are drinks, too! With a sigh of relief, he grabs one of the ready-poured glasses of juice (it's gotta be juice, orange like that), and takes a good gulp. That should calm him down some. Or just buy him time to calm down, anyway.]
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Trying to turn a milder shade of red, Aoba ignores the stares of the crowd (it's probably just a few people looking, anyway - but that's bad enough!), and focuses on the food like his life depends on it. After all this, he's not even really hungry... Ah, but there are drinks, too! With a sigh of relief, he grabs one of the ready-poured glasses of juice (it's gotta be juice, orange like that), and takes a good gulp. That should calm him down some. Or just buy him time to calm down, anyway.]