[ She's laughing. It's warm and giddy over the connection, but Aoba doesn't like being laughed at. At first he scrunches his face up in confusion, reaching up to carefully run his hands through his hair and... oh, that feels weird. More weird than usual. There's a crackle to it as he brushes it back down with his fingers, and an ouch muttered a couple of times as the static crackles lightly through the nerves. Angel may feel it shared through them, an odd sensation of feeling in her own hair, similar to how Aoba can feel his.
He pulls the datapad closer and flips it to power-saving mode so the screen goes black and glossy. That's when he finally gets a look at what she's giggling about, and... he cracks a smile of his own. He doesn't like being laughed at, but... yeah, his hair standing up like that is pretty funny. He'd be mortified if another guy saw him like this, but it's just Angel, and her enjoyment over how silly he looks is contagious. It doesn't take him long to laugh too, rolling back on his half of the couch as he joins her in a fit of it. Their connection makes it that much more infectious, and it's at least a minute before he comes back up, still chuckling as he smooths the staticky strands of blue back down. ]
Hahaha, oh man... o-okay, warn me to put a hat or something on before you do that again.
[ Shaking his head, (still messy, better but fluffier than usual) he picks the datapad back up and flicks the screen back on. Clears his throat to clear away the last of the giggles and starts skimming over the now translated contents of the datacache. ]
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[ She's laughing. It's warm and giddy over the connection, but Aoba doesn't like being laughed at. At first he scrunches his face up in confusion, reaching up to carefully run his hands through his hair and... oh, that feels weird. More weird than usual. There's a crackle to it as he brushes it back down with his fingers, and an ouch muttered a couple of times as the static crackles lightly through the nerves. Angel may feel it shared through them, an odd sensation of feeling in her own hair, similar to how Aoba can feel his.
He pulls the datapad closer and flips it to power-saving mode so the screen goes black and glossy. That's when he finally gets a look at what she's giggling about, and... he cracks a smile of his own. He doesn't like being laughed at, but... yeah, his hair standing up like that is pretty funny. He'd be mortified if another guy saw him like this, but it's just Angel, and her enjoyment over how silly he looks is contagious. It doesn't take him long to laugh too, rolling back on his half of the couch as he joins her in a fit of it. Their connection makes it that much more infectious, and it's at least a minute before he comes back up, still chuckling as he smooths the staticky strands of blue back down. ]
Hahaha, oh man... o-okay, warn me to put a hat or something on before you do that again.
[ Shaking his head, (still messy, better but fluffier than usual) he picks the datapad back up and flicks the screen back on. Clears his throat to clear away the last of the giggles and starts skimming over the now translated contents of the datacache. ]