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DREAMS MADE TO BE USED - WASTED ![div style="width: 90%;overflow: auto;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;background-color: #212121;font-size: 8pt;text-align: right;"] IZUKU "DEKU" MIDORIA - SNOWBOUND - STORAGE
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DREAMS MADE TO BE USED - WASTED ![div style="width: 90%;overflow: auto;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;background-color: #212121;font-size: 8pt;text-align: right;"] IZUKU "DEKU" MIDORIA - SNOWBOUND - STORAGE
Deku had heard a little bit of Jacob's story. A small little tragedy, that. He was well to aware of his own overcomming of tourture and how it had transphormed into something bordering on obsession. At least outwardly the healer had yet to show signs. It would be a waste to have to kill him- but sometimes people were unsavable. Sometimes there was a need to keep the balance. But here and now the angora watched the husky curl up within himself with a careful collection of human goods- it made him seem all the more soft. Made the damaged parts the heartbreaking part of his stories ring a little bit more true.
He did hope that it wouldn't need to come to that, that the image of a gentle sleeping dog would only be that. Gentle. Fierce and helpful and kind and nothing else. Deku was all too aware of what happened when you were hurt, and how it changed you. How long it took for the effects to actually be able to see to the person it's affecting- too long before it can be taken back for sure. It made him want to grit his teeth, to snarl and brandish his claws with open hate. But it was not hate that ruled him, it was not fear or some misguided information. Deku lead with his mind as well as his heart and they both told him to linger.
Even among the growing crowd, the rumble of Aizawa's own breath evening out slowly. Two sleeping giants compared to the small frame of him. But he was not alone. Killua being only a few heads taller than him and Izuku about the same height if a couple inches shorter. Being around so many people made his pelt prickle with awareness and ears perked and twisting for vintage as he surveyed the scene on the edge of the growing seers.
It was obvious that he was intending to use the space for not only himself but others as well. Deku wasn't one for imposing, even an open invitation like this: Unless given an open invitation he would not jostle any of the scenes. Just a ghost drifting by. He had nothing to say- not really. Bright green pinprics settled onto the other's own actions. Clambering within the peace of Jacob's labor with careful quiet. Deku couldn't help the easy smile that fit across his features as he took his own seat. The hard press of the stone floor a reminder to be polight to people he didn't know, and charming to people he wanted to ally.
"Hnn. While he is resting it is obvious what his intention was." The feline was careful in picking his words. Tongue rasping over each syllable not in a whisper but keeping his voice quiet as not to wake either of the sleeping clanamtes. "A nice reprieve at least. How is everyone?"
He did hope that it wouldn't need to come to that, that the image of a gentle sleeping dog would only be that. Gentle. Fierce and helpful and kind and nothing else. Deku was all too aware of what happened when you were hurt, and how it changed you. How long it took for the effects to actually be able to see to the person it's affecting- too long before it can be taken back for sure. It made him want to grit his teeth, to snarl and brandish his claws with open hate. But it was not hate that ruled him, it was not fear or some misguided information. Deku lead with his mind as well as his heart and they both told him to linger.
Even among the growing crowd, the rumble of Aizawa's own breath evening out slowly. Two sleeping giants compared to the small frame of him. But he was not alone. Killua being only a few heads taller than him and Izuku about the same height if a couple inches shorter. Being around so many people made his pelt prickle with awareness and ears perked and twisting for vintage as he surveyed the scene on the edge of the growing seers.
It was obvious that he was intending to use the space for not only himself but others as well. Deku wasn't one for imposing, even an open invitation like this: Unless given an open invitation he would not jostle any of the scenes. Just a ghost drifting by. He had nothing to say- not really. Bright green pinprics settled onto the other's own actions. Clambering within the peace of Jacob's labor with careful quiet. Deku couldn't help the easy smile that fit across his features as he took his own seat. The hard press of the stone floor a reminder to be polight to people he didn't know, and charming to people he wanted to ally.
"Hnn. While he is resting it is obvious what his intention was." The feline was careful in picking his words. Tongue rasping over each syllable not in a whisper but keeping his voice quiet as not to wake either of the sleeping clanamtes. "A nice reprieve at least. How is everyone?"
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO