04-16-2018, 07:19 AM
It was a lot to take in. The whole situation was odd, a difficult pill to swallow. He was fine with taking baby steps, and the first step would be to adjust to this new body of his. It was new, being so much bigger. Before his death, he wasn't exactly the most fit. He had been slender, the average height, but now he was large and his strength was evident. He may have not been the biggest lion he'd seen, but he would take it. He didn't have much choice, either. At least he was still bigger than Izuku. He would have been embarrassed to turn out smaller than his own student--was he even still his pupil? He wasn't sure.
Aizawa doesn't know what he starts to ramble on about, the word Snowbound catching his attention, as he speaks about it like it's a place. But of course, he had never heard of it before. Really, he didn't know anything about this new area they had found themselves in. Luckily enough, Izuku seemed to know just enough.
He squints at him as he explains about this clan. It all sounds weird to him, but he just shrugs it off, deciding he'll find out sooner or later. If the timid boy had placed so much trust in it, then he supposed he could, too. But he also wasn't in a hurry to be killed again. He didn't want to find out if he would be brought back yet again or not. The thought of it made him uneasy.
The mention of Todoroki caught his interest, a metaphorical brow raising. Just how many of them had returned? And how many were out there now, wandering around by themselves, clueless? He was suddenly even more grateful that he had come across him. Then he turns to glance over himself again, still uncertain of how he would work this new form. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult, but he also doesn't want to jinx himself. He's tired, though, and the other feline's patience is apparently wearing thin. (But he dared him to say anything, considering he was big enough to bite his head off.)
"Alright, alright," he grumbles and presses his paws against the ground, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Easy enough so far. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to rush your elders?" he half-jokes, half-snaps at him. It doesn't take him long to get up onto all fours, and though it feels off, he still manages a good few feet forward before falling over onto the ground. His overall tired nature was only encouraged by the recent events. Or at least, he was just telling himself that he was being lazy and that he didn't actually fall over unintentionally.
"SPEECH"
Aizawa doesn't know what he starts to ramble on about, the word Snowbound catching his attention, as he speaks about it like it's a place. But of course, he had never heard of it before. Really, he didn't know anything about this new area they had found themselves in. Luckily enough, Izuku seemed to know just enough.
He squints at him as he explains about this clan. It all sounds weird to him, but he just shrugs it off, deciding he'll find out sooner or later. If the timid boy had placed so much trust in it, then he supposed he could, too. But he also wasn't in a hurry to be killed again. He didn't want to find out if he would be brought back yet again or not. The thought of it made him uneasy.
The mention of Todoroki caught his interest, a metaphorical brow raising. Just how many of them had returned? And how many were out there now, wandering around by themselves, clueless? He was suddenly even more grateful that he had come across him. Then he turns to glance over himself again, still uncertain of how he would work this new form. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult, but he also doesn't want to jinx himself. He's tired, though, and the other feline's patience is apparently wearing thin. (But he dared him to say anything, considering he was big enough to bite his head off.)
"Alright, alright," he grumbles and presses his paws against the ground, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Easy enough so far. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to rush your elders?" he half-jokes, half-snaps at him. It doesn't take him long to get up onto all fours, and though it feels off, he still manages a good few feet forward before falling over onto the ground. His overall tired nature was only encouraged by the recent events. Or at least, he was just telling himself that he was being lazy and that he didn't actually fall over unintentionally.
"SPEECH"