Common Route: Part 3

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   It was mid afternoon, and I was sitting beside Aoba learning tricks on how to answer the phone and persuade people.

   "Always try to pressure them to how you think they would be able to take. Most people can't take much, but a few are really patient and have the money anyway," Aoba continued and I looked to check on Bukei once again.

   He was talking to Aoba's Allmate, Ren. They get along well since Bukei is just about as patient as Ren but can carry the conversation on. I'll respect Bukei always, even if in reality he's just a piece of metal and fur.

   "Okay that's kind of all we have to do today. Lucky for you tomorrow is already a day off for the two of us so I figured I'd invite you to my house for dinner to celebrate you getting the job," Aoba let off a small grin and I nodded. I respected Aoba as well, the job wasn't actually as simple as it looks, but he makes it look so easy.

   I didn't want to be rude and decline anyway. Aoba seemed like a good guy, and I hope to become good friends with him. We said goodbye to Haga-san, who I met when I returned from the delivery.

   Bukei got on my shoulder, and he actually seemed a little sad at the thought of leaving Ren even if they'd talked all day. I informed him we would have dinner at Aoba's house and he cheered up quickly after.

   On the way over Aoba seemed a little hesitant to talk, and so I asked him what was wrong. "Its just I think we should get to know each other a bit. Who knows how long we're going to be working together?"

   He had a point I guess. I nodded, "Live with anyone?"

   "Its just me and my grandmother. She's probably gonna be the one to cook dinner. Believe me, you won't be disappointed," he grinned and I let off a small smile as well.

   It was really relaxing around Aoba, his voice was just really calming. "You just move to Midorijima?" Thinking on that question I answered simply, "I moved back here. I went to the main land for a few years and just came back because I heard my parents passed away."

   He nodded as if understanding, "My parents left a long time ago. I understand."

   If he felt bad for me, he shouldn't. I'm quite happy they died since they were just two drunks who cheated on each other and did drugs. They probably did more than just that, but I didn't press on it further. I didn't need anymore pity in my life.

   The sun was disappearing behind most of the buildings and we eventually made it to a small two story building. The air around the place felt home like. Its kind of when there's a warm aura around you tightening you safely in its blankets of safety.

   "Fuck."

   I looked over to Aoba who claimed he was about to unlock the door. Instead it just opened. "Did you just," I didn't even finish before he nodded his head. He'd left the door unlocked.

   "Granny might yell at me, but don't take her first impression as grouchy. She's just been through a lot. She's actually really nice," Aoba entered motioning for me to follow. We removed our shoes and we entered what seemed a living room.

   "Hey, Granny-"

"You did it again."

   "Look I'm sorry, but let's discuss this later. I brought someone," Aoba told me to get in his grandmothers line of sight with him and I did. She was a small old woman with pink hair and pale features. However, a strong feeling came from her voice like she was in charge. And she was.

   "Just call me Tae-san. What's your name?" I felt like she was letting me in quite quickly. "It's Belen. Belen Kurosawa, ma'am."

   A look of surprise crossed her features, but then she just looked like she did before again as if not to think on it to much. I knew this woman.

   We shook hands, and I could tell Aoba was questioning what just happened. "Hey Grams, I think your gonna have to upgrade my medication again."

   She nodded, not speaking much at the moment. Finally she cleared her throat, "I'm going to make dinner. If your gonna stay Belen, just go up stairs with Aoba."

   So we did.

  

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