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It had been a frustrating day. Things had been particularily hectic at Heibon lately and Aoba had stepped in to help Haga-san out even on days he wasn't supposed to work, but that wasn't the source of his current frustration. At least not directly. Accepting his Desire had been a good and very necessary thing, but at times Aoba really wished his other would just shut up. Being stuck at work with a demanding voice in his head complaining that they'd been so busy lately that they hadn't had the energy or time to be as intimate with Clear as usual was not his idea of a good time.

Not that Desire was necessarily wrong, but... still.

C'moooon. It's been like, ages!

It's been a week at most!

Yeah, like I said. Ages.

Uuuugh.

Just lemme out. I'll get us some.

Aoba buried his face in his hands.

Fine, but not until my shift's over.

Desire had accepted that with a certain smug satisfaction about getting his way. He may be content to sit back and let Reason hold the reigns the majority of the time, but sometimes he really wanted out there and experience things for himself. Especially when it was something he knew Reason wanted to do, but was still too embarrassed or shy to take the iniative to.

So when Aoba unlocked the door to the house and stepped inside his whole demeanor was different and his eyes shone gold, and he had only one single goal in mind - to find Clear.

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[chinmoles]

Fortunately, Clear was always easily found. He tended to hum in the laundry room and sing in the garden. Before dinnertime, his knife could be heard rapping against a cutting board in the kitchen or sometimes he'd drop a couple of pots and make an awful racket for everyone to grimace over. Even when being 'quiet' he tended to make some sort of noise, whether it was the rhythmic tap of his foot (something he'd seen a street performer do to keep pace while strumming a guitar) or the jingle of his favorite jellyfish charm bracelet as he folded linens, wrote in his journal or swept the floor.

Right now the faint sounds of tinkering and humming were coming from the living room. Tae-san had asked him to clean out the old knickknack cabinet and he'd been all too happy to oblige. So that's how he's found, half of him hidden behind the bottom cupboard's open door with his stuck-out rump bobbing to the beat of some pop song on the radio. Something probably delicate toppled over and Clear gave a little weh! of dismay.

"Ah! Oh no! Please don't be broken!"