09-04-2018, 05:30 PM
Izuku took his job as Frosthealer very seriously. He took his job very seriously just in general, to be fair. He's .. Izuku isn't sure if there's much to him besides what he's dedicated to Snowbound at this point, and isn't that scary? He thinks, sometimes, about how he'd survive if he ever went back to UA, or if he was shoved back into the wilds. And, y'know, the short answer was that he wouldn't. Physically, he could take care of himself, but mentally, he'd just sort of ... fall apart. And wasn't that sad? Nobody had told him to be anything more than his job, that he was even allowed to.
"Don't worry about it, Cosette, everybody. I can take care of it," Izuku says as he approaches, and there's a little, weak smile on his face. In a little, tiny way he feels threatened. Not, like .. danger threatened. If other people could take care of his job, was there a purpose to him? Could he help? Was he worth keeping around? Izuku's self worth hinged on how helpful he could be, after all, and so maybe he feels a little defensive. He doesn't ... doesn't want to become obsolete. But regardless, he's as warm and soft as he ever is, attempting to gently flick the kitten with a tail. He wouldn't stop Cosette if she properly insisted, but he needed to do something. So, he conjures his supplies wordlessly. He has enough of those, luckily, though he's running low. He'll ... need to go out to stock up again soon. Eventually. When Izuku feels secure enough to leave his clanmates. Uh .. hm. Marigold to start. "I do appreciate i though, Cosette. And, um, thank you, too, Tama. I -- It's very kind of you," The dragon allows the smaller one a little grin, eyes fairly bright, though maybe a little sad. He .. always looked sad, though. Once he finishes speaking, though, he's already making to the injuries. Marigold first, it's already in his claws. Thank god for convenient poultices. .. Thank himself, really though, because he made them for just this purpose. He shakes his head, and then makes to start slathering it over the other's wounds. It might sting, but that's just how injuries were. Izuku is mindful of his own talons -- they were long and sharp and he'd perfected the art of 'not hurting people' with them, but he'd only been like this for like .. a month. Maybe two. Not long, at least.
"Don't worry about it, Cosette, everybody. I can take care of it," Izuku says as he approaches, and there's a little, weak smile on his face. In a little, tiny way he feels threatened. Not, like .. danger threatened. If other people could take care of his job, was there a purpose to him? Could he help? Was he worth keeping around? Izuku's self worth hinged on how helpful he could be, after all, and so maybe he feels a little defensive. He doesn't ... doesn't want to become obsolete. But regardless, he's as warm and soft as he ever is, attempting to gently flick the kitten with a tail. He wouldn't stop Cosette if she properly insisted, but he needed to do something. So, he conjures his supplies wordlessly. He has enough of those, luckily, though he's running low. He'll ... need to go out to stock up again soon. Eventually. When Izuku feels secure enough to leave his clanmates. Uh .. hm. Marigold to start. "I do appreciate i though, Cosette. And, um, thank you, too, Tama. I -- It's very kind of you," The dragon allows the smaller one a little grin, eyes fairly bright, though maybe a little sad. He .. always looked sad, though. Once he finishes speaking, though, he's already making to the injuries. Marigold first, it's already in his claws. Thank god for convenient poultices. .. Thank himself, really though, because he made them for just this purpose. He shakes his head, and then makes to start slathering it over the other's wounds. It might sting, but that's just how injuries were. Izuku is mindful of his own talons -- they were long and sharp and he'd perfected the art of 'not hurting people' with them, but he'd only been like this for like .. a month. Maybe two. Not long, at least.
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]
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