04-25-2018, 06:30 PM
Aizawa definitely hadn't enjoyed tasting the iron taste of blood, which was why his stomach was gurgling awfully loudly. His body was used to digesting raw meat like that, but his mind was still screaming at him that it wasn't right. He grimaced slightly at the pain racking through his stomach, but any discomfort shown quickly disappeared as Jacob appeared, the lion quickly looking over at the other male. The taste in his mouth was only making it worse.
"That sounds a lot more...humane, yes" he says as he lays there, not trusting his body enough to get up without projectile vomiting all over the two. He wasn't used to eating things like that, his mind more-so than his body still used to the concept of human foods, though it probably wouldn't be good for his digestion. He didn't really care all that much, though. At long as he didn't have to eat another lemming or rodent like that again.
At the invitation to dinner, he perks a brow, mulling the idea over. Eventually he nods, intrigued by the idea of finally getting a proper meal. Izuku had. been..not a whole lot of help, honestly. He appreciated his presence, as it gave him a sense of comfort to have someone familiar there, but otherwise he didn't do much for him. He tried, though, but his attempts weren't as good as actually doing things. "I wouldn't mind getting an actual meal. Thank you," he then narrows his eyes at the canine. "But I'm only coming because I'm not in a good shape to catch anything. Don't expect me to accept again," he didn't want it to be seen as a sign of them being friends. It was the last thing he was interested in right now, making friends and all.
"SPEECH"
"That sounds a lot more...humane, yes" he says as he lays there, not trusting his body enough to get up without projectile vomiting all over the two. He wasn't used to eating things like that, his mind more-so than his body still used to the concept of human foods, though it probably wouldn't be good for his digestion. He didn't really care all that much, though. At long as he didn't have to eat another lemming or rodent like that again.
At the invitation to dinner, he perks a brow, mulling the idea over. Eventually he nods, intrigued by the idea of finally getting a proper meal. Izuku had. been..not a whole lot of help, honestly. He appreciated his presence, as it gave him a sense of comfort to have someone familiar there, but otherwise he didn't do much for him. He tried, though, but his attempts weren't as good as actually doing things. "I wouldn't mind getting an actual meal. Thank you," he then narrows his eyes at the canine. "But I'm only coming because I'm not in a good shape to catch anything. Don't expect me to accept again," he didn't want it to be seen as a sign of them being friends. It was the last thing he was interested in right now, making friends and all.
"SPEECH"