BLAST DOORS || The Dancing Light Festival

[arcy]

Izuku hadn't been there for the last Dancing Lights Festival, unfortunately. He'd been a member, he just .. hadn't wanted to go. And then he apparently missed a whole thing with their ancestors or whatever which was just great. But, today, Izuku is feeling .. pretty okay. Not good, and he'd definitely thrown up earlier, but good enough to participate. So, upon hearing Atbash's cry, Izuku blinks wearily. He hadn't been asleep, just as always, and his head wasn't doing great with all of the reading anyways. He could stand a break, surely? So Izuku pulls himself to his paws and makes to follow Atbash out with a bright grin.
"Pretty," Izuku offers softly, a little grin on his maw. His voice is just a touch hoarse but he seems content enough to seat himself for a while to just .. watch. The colors hurt just a little, but he likes seeing them. Though, he should probably host something for this soon, huh? Well .. he might as well go do that, then. It's not like he can't watch them when he has a break. So with this, Izuku stands up and walks to where he'll set everything up, considering his options. What should he host? There were a lot of things, and none of them quite fit. But he had ideas, at least, and he should probably get to 'em till everyone else Atbash was inviting appeared.
//Mostly™ retro to sickness, of Course

☀ what was i worth