07-21-2018, 10:30 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
/ mobile :’- ) sorry this is gonna succ
Seeing Aizawa stumble brought him a sense of satisfaction that he wasn’t sure he wanted to feel. His tired, shadowed eyes watched the lion and Toshinori straightened up his posture, ears twitching. He forgot how cold his paws were as the heat of satisfaction coursed through them.
The serval could see Aizawa struggling, even for a moment, with keeping himself contained. He couldn’t stop a smirk from stealing across his face; an emotional reaction was a rare thing from the other, and this was one of the first times he’d ever really seen one. Toshinori himself had always kept his attitude positive, at least outwardly. He had been a plastic figurine of a hero, always saving people with a smile no matter how he’d felt on the inside. He supposed that made him emotionless in a different way, but things were different outside of work. He allowed himself to express and feel, though he chose whay he revealed carefully. But at least he showed something most of the time. With his death and the others’, though, he had been a bit less selective. That was why he was on this patrol, right? To make him stop wallowing so openly?
“I told you, I’m not listening,” he grunted, but the lion’s words grated on his ears. He was right, but Toshinori didn’t want to admit it now. He had tried, he had kept fighting, just... halfheartedly. Which was hardly trying, but he felt he’d done even a little bit.
“Your hardest wasn’t good enough.”
His voice was a soft hiss. He stared up at Aizawa, wanting him to turn back and do... something other than keep on moving with a cool head. He had been so close to showing emotion just a moment ago. Toshinori wanted to see it, he wanted to be the first (or, the first of those he knew) to make Aizawa really angry.
“And neither was mine. But if you’re going to preach to me, at least have something to show for it!”
He had escalated to the point of near yelling. His scowl had deepened and cast shadows on his face. He felt alive with energy and furious passion, but there was something else, too. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. The serval took a breath, but he couldn’t calm down. He noticed that he’d fallen into a fighting stance without even realizing it, but he didn’t bother moving. He knew he couldn’t win a fight in his current state, but he wouldn’t give up like he had that day. Not this time.
Seeing Aizawa stumble brought him a sense of satisfaction that he wasn’t sure he wanted to feel. His tired, shadowed eyes watched the lion and Toshinori straightened up his posture, ears twitching. He forgot how cold his paws were as the heat of satisfaction coursed through them.
The serval could see Aizawa struggling, even for a moment, with keeping himself contained. He couldn’t stop a smirk from stealing across his face; an emotional reaction was a rare thing from the other, and this was one of the first times he’d ever really seen one. Toshinori himself had always kept his attitude positive, at least outwardly. He had been a plastic figurine of a hero, always saving people with a smile no matter how he’d felt on the inside. He supposed that made him emotionless in a different way, but things were different outside of work. He allowed himself to express and feel, though he chose whay he revealed carefully. But at least he showed something most of the time. With his death and the others’, though, he had been a bit less selective. That was why he was on this patrol, right? To make him stop wallowing so openly?
“I told you, I’m not listening,” he grunted, but the lion’s words grated on his ears. He was right, but Toshinori didn’t want to admit it now. He had tried, he had kept fighting, just... halfheartedly. Which was hardly trying, but he felt he’d done even a little bit.
“Your hardest wasn’t good enough.”
His voice was a soft hiss. He stared up at Aizawa, wanting him to turn back and do... something other than keep on moving with a cool head. He had been so close to showing emotion just a moment ago. Toshinori wanted to see it, he wanted to be the first (or, the first of those he knew) to make Aizawa really angry.
“And neither was mine. But if you’re going to preach to me, at least have something to show for it!”
He had escalated to the point of near yelling. His scowl had deepened and cast shadows on his face. He felt alive with energy and furious passion, but there was something else, too. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. The serval took a breath, but he couldn’t calm down. He noticed that he’d fallen into a fighting stance without even realizing it, but he didn’t bother moving. He knew he couldn’t win a fight in his current state, but he wouldn’t give up like he had that day. Not this time.
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