07-30-2018, 01:41 AM
♛ WORDS I SPIT OUT WHEN THE FRUSTRATION TAKES ME, THERE'S NO TAKING THEM BACK NOW, THAT I KNOW —
The commotion draws him over, the irony smell quickly invading his nose. He blinks hard as flashes of memories surface, ones of blood and death, but he quickly pushes them down and focuses on the voices of his clan-mates. He was here, everything was alright. As he comes across the scene, he glares down at the injured Shion, the thought of one of their own doing this making his blood boil. He tightens his jaw, though, glancing around briefly to make sure they weren't still around.
Since Kirishima had already offered to do the heavy lifting, Aizawa remained silent, quietly fuming. One would think Snowbound of all places would know kindness best, but obviously not. Apparently some of their members needed a lesson on respect, it would seem, as multiple faces came to mind.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— AIZAWA ♛
#psychosocial.Since Kirishima had already offered to do the heavy lifting, Aizawa remained silent, quietly fuming. One would think Snowbound of all places would know kindness best, but obviously not. Apparently some of their members needed a lesson on respect, it would seem, as multiple faces came to mind.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— AIZAWA ♛