[If Aoba's memory serves, the last thing that happened to him before he arrived here was... he was stabbed. After going through what was without a doubt one of the most exhilarating moments of his life, his vision had suddenly gone cloudy and he'd been thrown into a meeting with a masked man, before being dumped in a city. And, while he'd initially brushed it off as some bizarre hallucination, the chances of that were decreasing by the second.
So, in short: The rug had been pulled from underneath him and he'd lost both his followers and his information network. To someone like Aoba, for whom power and control are two of life's key elements, this is pretty infuriating.
Not that he's showing any of this, of course; right now he's doing his best to act like the elementary schoolkid he appears to be, standing near the food tables with a vaguely-worried smile on his face. Hopefully the explanation he needs will come to him.]
Aoba Kuronuma | Durarara!!
So, in short: The rug had been pulled from underneath him and he'd lost both his followers and his information network. To someone like Aoba, for whom power and control are two of life's key elements, this is pretty infuriating.
Not that he's showing any of this, of course; right now he's doing his best to act like the elementary schoolkid he appears to be, standing near the food tables with a vaguely-worried smile on his face. Hopefully the explanation he needs will come to him.]