EXPERTS [open/meet and greet]

[guts]

♛ WORDS I SPIT OUT WHEN THE FRUSTRATION TAKES ME, THERE'S NO TAKING THEM BACK NOW, THAT I KNOW —

Aizawa had been there when Deus joined, so they were no strangers. Even so, he didn't know them that well, only catching them in passing in camp and what not. The most he knew about them was their name, and while he wasn't the most sociable, he figured he might as well make an attempt to get to know his clanmates. They were in it together for the long run, after all. It was still somewhat funny to him how these groups worked.

Snow crunches under his paws as he approaches, looming over those gathered. His eyes sweep over them and eventually settle on Feliks, lips curling into a displeased expression, both at his question and his mere presence. This guy was definitely going to be a joy to have around. Simply snorting, he focuses on Machina, settling back on his haunches. "Aizawa Shota, an Icestriker here," he speaks his name in a gruff tone, pausing for a moment. "Where were you before you came to Snowbound?" was there was purpose for his question? Possibly. He wasn't the paranoid type, and this person didn't seem all too bad, but he still wanted to keep tabs.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— AIZAWA ♛

#psychosocial.