04-19-2018, 04:19 PM
It was a blessing that Aizawa couldn't remember his own end. He could recall bits and pieces, but most of it was a blur. It wasn't pleasant, of course. Death usually wasn't a very nice experience. Maybe if you were dying from old age, that was peaceful, knowing you had a full life. But so far, all of them had been fairly young, and they had died painfully. It definitely wasn't something he was eager to recall.
As he finished drinking, he hesitantly placed a paw into the stream, the hard chill that hit him making him pull it back abruptly. He casts a look over at Izuku, unable to believe he thought that he would submerge himself in such cold water. But either way, he would, because he could feel the blood hardening on his pelt and it was definitely not comfortable. Not to mention that it didn't matter if they went and found another water source, as it'd just be as cold as this one.
He grumbles under his breath, bracing himself as he steps into the currents fully. He inhales sharply but keeps going until all of his paws are in. Then he crouches down, letting the water run through his fur. It's dyed red as it rushes past him, easing him a bit. He doesn't feel quite as stiff now that his fur is clean, but now he's freezing. Shaking off the urge to tremble, he quickly steps out once the last of it is washed away by the stream, taking a moment to shake himself off. The water droplets dripping off him is probably just as uncomfortable as the blood was.
"SPEECH"
As he finished drinking, he hesitantly placed a paw into the stream, the hard chill that hit him making him pull it back abruptly. He casts a look over at Izuku, unable to believe he thought that he would submerge himself in such cold water. But either way, he would, because he could feel the blood hardening on his pelt and it was definitely not comfortable. Not to mention that it didn't matter if they went and found another water source, as it'd just be as cold as this one.
He grumbles under his breath, bracing himself as he steps into the currents fully. He inhales sharply but keeps going until all of his paws are in. Then he crouches down, letting the water run through his fur. It's dyed red as it rushes past him, easing him a bit. He doesn't feel quite as stiff now that his fur is clean, but now he's freezing. Shaking off the urge to tremble, he quickly steps out once the last of it is washed away by the stream, taking a moment to shake himself off. The water droplets dripping off him is probably just as uncomfortable as the blood was.
"SPEECH"