[ Diedo reveals itself to be the next step up from Ceres, an apparently more recent attempt at improving the lot of the impoverished masses. It curves around the edge of the older, more tightly packed urban sprawl of Midas, so that the crumbling, dirty ruin of Ceres transitions into neater, newer, packed prefabs that are quickly being overrun by anyone from the nearby slums with money enough to rent and own there. Here the streets are close and geometric, the homes now patched together not from garbage and refuse, but whatever materials are leftover from the original construction, up to and including massive shipping crates and permanently parked construction modules. Power cables are strung in thick lines over their heads; bristling comm towers jut up from seemingly random locations. Many of the shops and stores have open fronts, product and people and thick, rich smells of cooking and aromatic hookahs spilling out into the street.
Somehow, despite how it looks and certainly plays out like a labyrinth, Aomine still somehow knows where he's going. He might not be able to articulate street names or...any names, really, but pointing and nodding in various direction eventually leads them to a place he's passed through a couple times looking for work.
Most of the lights are red. Men and women both wear very little. Here, the night is still very young and there's a very small scattering of Elites, mainly those with muddier hair coloring and wilder inclinations.
Aomine, for his part, is in the middle of murmuring feels good under his breath while simultaneously working up an answer. This, too, is embarrassing. It's so embarrassing that his neck gets hot under Katze's fingers, but this is what he's here for, isn't it? This is what he asked; to learn a little more, so he's not just limited to: ]
I've just had one blowjob.
It was a really good one, though.
[ And what has he done? ]
Nothing else, really... [ Whoops, Aomine is looking away. That means he's lying. After a night of honesty, lying doesn't feel right, and booze makes it possible to say what something he's never going to say to anyone else, if he can help it. ] ...she put her fingers up my ass.
It was good. I didn't think it would be. That kind of thing...
[ Embarrassed or no, he thinks of Nana's "demonstration" with a strange, intimate fondness. ]
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Somehow, despite how it looks and certainly plays out like a labyrinth, Aomine still somehow knows where he's going. He might not be able to articulate street names or...any names, really, but pointing and nodding in various direction eventually leads them to a place he's passed through a couple times looking for work.
Most of the lights are red. Men and women both wear very little. Here, the night is still very young and there's a very small scattering of Elites, mainly those with muddier hair coloring and wilder inclinations.
Aomine, for his part, is in the middle of murmuring feels good under his breath while simultaneously working up an answer. This, too, is embarrassing. It's so embarrassing that his neck gets hot under Katze's fingers, but this is what he's here for, isn't it? This is what he asked; to learn a little more, so he's not just limited to: ]
I've just had one blowjob.
It was a really good one, though.
[ And what has he done? ]
Nothing else, really... [ Whoops, Aomine is looking away. That means he's lying. After a night of honesty, lying doesn't feel right, and booze makes it possible to say what something he's never going to say to anyone else, if he can help it. ] ...she put her fingers up my ass.
It was good. I didn't think it would be. That kind of thing...
[ Embarrassed or no, he thinks of Nana's "demonstration" with a strange, intimate fondness. ]