[ It's a miracle Aoba Seragaki is here on station 72. Looking at him, you would think he should be in a completely different station. A police station. A fashion police station, because wow that neon blue puffy jacket? Those equally neon big-buttoned shoes? Terrible. Law breaking. Arrest him. Why would anyone show up to physical training in those, let alone wear them anywhere at all.
But the fashion gods are real, because there's a change of clothes provided. Praise be. It's not yet past Easter but I'm gunna say it; hallelujah. Not just for the change, but for the fact that Aoba looks mm-mm A+ damn good in a form fitting space onesie. Honeycomb pattern? Yeah boy he looks pretty sweet. Tight in every sense of the word. Okay, it's not really the best fashion in the universe, but anything is better than the outfit he arrived in. A garbage bag is better than the outfit he arrived in.
His long hair is still offensively blue, but that's part of what makes Aoba... Aoba. He should really tie it back; it's getting in his face during stretches, already turning into more of a mess than usual. Like Jareth the Goblin King levels of extreme mullet. And still he won't do anything more than carefully, carefully run his fingers through it to get it back out of his eyes. He does it as he eagerly addresses you- ]
Need any help stretching, or do you think you're ready to run?
[ Maybe you don't need help, but wow does he. Not with stretching, not with running or working out, but with hair. With life.
Free him. ]
II. Fire in the hole (aw yeah son)
[ Guns? Guns??? Aoba isn't sure if guns are the best post-workout routine, but he's found himself in the shooting range. His outfit is still fine as heck, hair still a god forsaken mess, but there's a new look on his face that says what the top of this paragraph says.
Hand guns were outlawed in Japan in the seventies, also know as ancient times according to Aoba's time measuring standards. Almost no one on Midorijima owns guns and nearly all forms of them are illegal, with onerous restrictions placed on the few that are. Aoba has never even seen one this close before, let alone all these different types. Lasers? Get out. ]
I'd be arrested for just holding one of these back home.
[ But this ain't Kansas anymore. Actually if it were he'd probably be fine with this, because anywhere in America is a terrible comparison for guns no matter how famous the quote. Damn that wizard movie. ]
Guns are so... extreme. Do we really need to train with them? Think we'll really use them on the field?
[ He's having a hard time working up the nerve just to break his homeland law and pick one up, all sorts of rules and no-no's running through his head as he stares at the collection. ]
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[ It's a miracle Aoba Seragaki is here on station 72. Looking at him, you would think he should be in a completely different station. A police station. A fashion police station, because wow that neon blue puffy jacket? Those equally neon big-buttoned shoes? Terrible. Law breaking. Arrest him. Why would anyone show up to physical training in those, let alone wear them anywhere at all.
But the fashion gods are real, because there's a change of clothes provided. Praise be. It's not yet past Easter but I'm gunna say it; hallelujah. Not just for the change, but for the fact that Aoba looks mm-mm A+ damn good in a form fitting space onesie. Honeycomb pattern? Yeah boy he looks pretty sweet. Tight in every sense of the word. Okay, it's not really the best fashion in the universe, but anything is better than the outfit he arrived in. A garbage bag is better than the outfit he arrived in.
His long hair is still offensively blue, but that's part of what makes Aoba... Aoba. He should really tie it back; it's getting in his face during stretches, already turning into more of a mess than usual. Like Jareth the Goblin King levels of extreme mullet. And still he won't do anything more than carefully, carefully run his fingers through it to get it back out of his eyes. He does it as he eagerly addresses you- ]
Need any help stretching, or do you think you're ready to run?
[ Maybe you don't need help, but wow does he. Not with stretching, not with running or working out, but with hair. With life.
Free him. ]
II. Fire in the hole (aw yeah son)
[ Guns? Guns??? Aoba isn't sure if guns are the best post-workout routine, but he's found himself in the shooting range. His outfit is still fine as heck, hair still a god forsaken mess, but there's a new look on his face that says what the top of this paragraph says.
Hand guns were outlawed in Japan in the seventies, also know as ancient times according to Aoba's time measuring standards. Almost no one on Midorijima owns guns and nearly all forms of them are illegal, with onerous restrictions placed on the few that are. Aoba has never even seen one this close before, let alone all these different types. Lasers? Get out. ]
I'd be arrested for just holding one of these back home.
[ But this ain't Kansas anymore. Actually if it were he'd probably be fine with this, because anywhere in America is a terrible comparison for guns no matter how famous the quote. Damn that wizard movie. ]
Guns are so... extreme. Do we really need to train with them? Think we'll really use them on the field?
[ He's having a hard time working up the nerve just to break his homeland law and pick one up, all sorts of rules and no-no's running through his head as he stares at the collection. ]