Talk to everybody and ... see how they were. So, like, checkups? Izuku wasn't completely sure -- either way, Izuku planned on making this like ... a mini-event. Izuku wasn't about to go to everybody individually just to ask them how they were. Especially considering how he couldn't see things in the distance. Izuku should probably check up with his clanmates in the Typhoon too, but they're ... probably fine? Since they're not, you know, here. Plus Jacob could deal with them more easily. Look, Izuku just didn't wanna walk all the way there. Or anywhere. So here he is.
He waits till the camp is a little busier, maybe, before he tries anything, though. Not that's is busy because of the lack of people but. Busier. So more people can hear him. ... How's he supposed to announce this, anyways? It was just kind of ... conversations. About people's health. Checkups. They're checkups. And if there's anything Izuku doesn't take to naturally, it's medicine and socialization. He's getting better at both of them, though, if a bit slowly.
"H-Hey, guys!" Izuku calls, voice a little unsteady. Bad intro, but whatever, this was just how it is. There weren't a ton of people to judge him, anyways. Plus Izuku wasn't all that secretive about his inability to socialize or host events like a normal being. He should probably figure it out faster, but they usually got what Izuku was trying to get at, anyways. "Could you come over here?" Izuku's tail gives a nervous sweep before he curls it tight around his paws. Then, he takes a breath and straightens up. He has a job here, right, right. He can do it. "Uh -- these are basically ... checkups, I guess? I need to know how you've been feeling lately, physically, mostly," ... This was an absolutely horrible way to host an event. Izuku tries not to wilt in his self-disappointment -- he manages that, at least, though his ears still flatten. Talk. Conversations. This was a kinda impersonal way to do it. It's fine. It's fine. Not a big deal, could he please not get himself worked up about this.

Harrison never really interacted with Izuku, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of the maine coon. So he made his way over and offered the male a weak smile. "You can check up on me.. Though I think I'm more damaged in my head rather than physically." He murmured before his ears perked up. "How are you holding up? Are you good?"

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