07-20-2018, 11:14 PM
Izuku doesn't know when he started using conjuration. Sometime around the time he'd joined his old group, and it'd been very, very confusing to first work with. Like .. one moment he .. didn't .. have something and the next he .... did. It was kind of weird and stressful, but Izuku could live with that.
"Even if it looked like it came out of thin air, I made that a few hours ago," Izuku allows himself a smidgen of smugness as he grins. He'd gotten better at pastry making. Not perfect, just better. I mean -- there wasn't a stove. Just .. make-shift stoves and fires. It would do, though.
"You don't need any bandage changes or anything?" Izuku asks, just to be sure. You had to change bandages pretty frequently, especially early on. He'd had to change his leg's bandages out every few hours at first, less when he went into the snow. That was with a burned leg, though. How much could he do for a missing leg? Ugh. Maybe they should try and find a prosthetic, soon. Izuku knew those existed even here, and anything would do. He can't image it'd be easy to walk on. "I'm .. doing as well as I can be. By that I mean I spent all night reading again and my head hurts," He shrugs. Admitting weakness? Izuku? Absolutely shocking. But he's tired and, y'know. Whatever. Was Izuku practically crying for help at this point? In little ways? .. Unfortunately. He was a depressed bastard.
Izuku shifts uncomfortably. Partly because how in the world does he interact with people, and also cause he's .. sitting on something. Izuku wriggles to pick it up and it is, unfortunately, a stick. Why is there a stick is the question. The Maine Coon scowls, and with a toss of the head, throws the thing away. Just. Into the wind. It's just a stick.
"Even if it looked like it came out of thin air, I made that a few hours ago," Izuku allows himself a smidgen of smugness as he grins. He'd gotten better at pastry making. Not perfect, just better. I mean -- there wasn't a stove. Just .. make-shift stoves and fires. It would do, though.
"You don't need any bandage changes or anything?" Izuku asks, just to be sure. You had to change bandages pretty frequently, especially early on. He'd had to change his leg's bandages out every few hours at first, less when he went into the snow. That was with a burned leg, though. How much could he do for a missing leg? Ugh. Maybe they should try and find a prosthetic, soon. Izuku knew those existed even here, and anything would do. He can't image it'd be easy to walk on. "I'm .. doing as well as I can be. By that I mean I spent all night reading again and my head hurts," He shrugs. Admitting weakness? Izuku? Absolutely shocking. But he's tired and, y'know. Whatever. Was Izuku practically crying for help at this point? In little ways? .. Unfortunately. He was a depressed bastard.
Izuku shifts uncomfortably. Partly because how in the world does he interact with people, and also cause he's .. sitting on something. Izuku wriggles to pick it up and it is, unfortunately, a stick. Why is there a stick is the question. The Maine Coon scowls, and with a toss of the head, throws the thing away. Just. Into the wind. It's just a stick.
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]
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