07-23-2018, 12:49 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Dimitri was an odd one. Of course, Toshinori thought this mostly because he wasn't aware of the other's alternate personalities. It just seemed to him like the feline was a different person every day. Which... might not have been too inaccurate, but what did he know? The serval's bright blue gaze lifted from his work and to Daisy's face the instant he heard her speak. This was partially out of surprise, partially just because he was kind of excited to share what he'd been working on, but mostly because he wanted to answer her question.
"I'm making art!" he responded enthusiastically, a small grin gracing him for a moment and then disappearing. "It's not good, but it keeps me busy. Finding a recreational activity you enjoy is important!"
He rapped his paws against the hard earth below him for a moment, looking around for something a bit more appealing he could show off, but turning up nothing. Oh well.
The serval pushed a small lump of clay towards Daisy with the words, "If you want to try, too, go ahead."
He went back to mashing his own terrible creation together, the shapes never quite turning out and falling into pitiful pieces of blob. But that was okay! He could paint it and make it look better later, or something. However, he'd barely gotten any sculpting in before Kirishima showed up.
"Ah, Kirishima-shonen!" he greeted with a trademark smile. "Of course you can watch. How is your leg doing, by the way?"
Things seemed to be going rather nicely. Toshinori was content in the company of the two beside him. Dimitri had been nice enough when they'd first met (if not fairly skittish), and of course, Kirishima had been a student of his at UA. It was all... chill.
And then he saw Aizawa.
The one person he didn't want to see.
It was true that they were not getting along right now more than ever, but the fact that they still had to pretend to be civil was one Toshinori didn't exactly like. He obeyed it (in public), but he didn't like it. The serval's ears pricked and then retreated backwards at the lion's arrival, bright blue gaze darkening. His paws had stopped tinkering with his craft in favor of trying to hide it, because deep down he knew that this was so incredibly lame, and that Aizawa would probably make fun of him for it somewhere down the road. Not that Toshinori wouldn't fire back, he just didn't have any ammunition yet.
He eyed the deputy warily. His face had settled into an uncertain frown.
"...Aizawa," he offered in greeting, though his voice held no warmth or comradery like it had for the previous two that had arrived. He had realized the same thing- interaction was unavoidable at this point. But that didn't mean either of them had to like it. He wondered if he should say anything more.
"What are you staring at?"
Well, it might not have been the right choice of words, but it was what had left his mouth. He'd seemed to do that a lot lately, speaking without thinking.
"I'm making art!" he responded enthusiastically, a small grin gracing him for a moment and then disappearing. "It's not good, but it keeps me busy. Finding a recreational activity you enjoy is important!"
He rapped his paws against the hard earth below him for a moment, looking around for something a bit more appealing he could show off, but turning up nothing. Oh well.
The serval pushed a small lump of clay towards Daisy with the words, "If you want to try, too, go ahead."
He went back to mashing his own terrible creation together, the shapes never quite turning out and falling into pitiful pieces of blob. But that was okay! He could paint it and make it look better later, or something. However, he'd barely gotten any sculpting in before Kirishima showed up.
"Ah, Kirishima-shonen!" he greeted with a trademark smile. "Of course you can watch. How is your leg doing, by the way?"
Things seemed to be going rather nicely. Toshinori was content in the company of the two beside him. Dimitri had been nice enough when they'd first met (if not fairly skittish), and of course, Kirishima had been a student of his at UA. It was all... chill.
And then he saw Aizawa.
The one person he didn't want to see.
It was true that they were not getting along right now more than ever, but the fact that they still had to pretend to be civil was one Toshinori didn't exactly like. He obeyed it (in public), but he didn't like it. The serval's ears pricked and then retreated backwards at the lion's arrival, bright blue gaze darkening. His paws had stopped tinkering with his craft in favor of trying to hide it, because deep down he knew that this was so incredibly lame, and that Aizawa would probably make fun of him for it somewhere down the road. Not that Toshinori wouldn't fire back, he just didn't have any ammunition yet.
He eyed the deputy warily. His face had settled into an uncertain frown.
"...Aizawa," he offered in greeting, though his voice held no warmth or comradery like it had for the previous two that had arrived. He had realized the same thing- interaction was unavoidable at this point. But that didn't mean either of them had to like it. He wondered if he should say anything more.
"What are you staring at?"
Well, it might not have been the right choice of words, but it was what had left his mouth. He'd seemed to do that a lot lately, speaking without thinking.
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