04-17-2018, 06:02 PM
Aizawa watches him scamper off as he trails behind, still advancing slowly. He feels like he's gradually getting the hang of it, but it'll probably take him a while to truly get used to it, especially with all this snow around. He does his best, leaving an indent in the white clumps on the ground as he trudges through, the end of his scarf dragging behind him. Then he pauses at the base of the hill and looks up at Izuku's concerned expression.
He frowns at the feline's uncertainty, though he shares it himself. The terrain wasn't fit for someone just adjusting to a new body. Still, he didn't have much choice, it seemed. Going around would just delay them, and at his speed, anyone could find them in no time. He isn't exactly sure what to expect, as his companion hadn't gone into much detail about what laid in the land they had found themselves in. But he could paint a pretty colorful picture of his own.
The ascend is slow, the snow often sliding out from under his paws as he climbs. Still, he's determined, or at least enough to get to the top. By the time he gets there, he has large clouds of fog appearing in front of his face as he breathes, an ugly streak of red left on the side of the hill. He's suddenly aware of just how much he missed his old sleeping bag.
The lion pauses, studying the landscape while he has somewhat of a view. Then his eyes travel down towards the other side of the hill they stood on. Taking in all the white that coated the ground, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. He slides towards the edge, allowing himself to slide forward before flopping down onto the ground, purposefully rolling down. Puffs of white are kicked up as he falls down the slope. It doesn't take him nearly as long to reach the bottom, where he lays in the collected snow pile, simply waiting for Izuku to come after him.
Until then, he's fine with laying there.
"SPEECH"
He frowns at the feline's uncertainty, though he shares it himself. The terrain wasn't fit for someone just adjusting to a new body. Still, he didn't have much choice, it seemed. Going around would just delay them, and at his speed, anyone could find them in no time. He isn't exactly sure what to expect, as his companion hadn't gone into much detail about what laid in the land they had found themselves in. But he could paint a pretty colorful picture of his own.
The ascend is slow, the snow often sliding out from under his paws as he climbs. Still, he's determined, or at least enough to get to the top. By the time he gets there, he has large clouds of fog appearing in front of his face as he breathes, an ugly streak of red left on the side of the hill. He's suddenly aware of just how much he missed his old sleeping bag.
The lion pauses, studying the landscape while he has somewhat of a view. Then his eyes travel down towards the other side of the hill they stood on. Taking in all the white that coated the ground, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. He slides towards the edge, allowing himself to slide forward before flopping down onto the ground, purposefully rolling down. Puffs of white are kicked up as he falls down the slope. It doesn't take him nearly as long to reach the bottom, where he lays in the collected snow pile, simply waiting for Izuku to come after him.
Until then, he's fine with laying there.
"SPEECH"