10-14-2019, 09:31 AM
After so long, Izuku has .. mixed feelings, on Aizawa. His teacher, in a different life. Someone who'd left, before Snowbound burnt down. Izuku wants to fault him for it, but he can't. Everyone else was vanishing, and Izuku hadn't been around until the very end, either. He hadn't known what to do with himself once he'd been demoted -- it'd been all he had.
He still had Aizawa's capture weapon.
Izuku doesn't know what to do with it, in all honesty -- he wasn't expecting to see Aizawa again, and especially not so soon. Really, what are the chances? Izuku doesn't to join a new clan, and Aizawa shows up, what? A few days later? A hell of a coincidence, but one Izuku doesn't mind accepting.
"Aizawa?" The maine coon has to stop in his tracks, blinking at the blurry figure of the lion. He'd recognize that voice -- from such a distance, Izuku's vision can't make out his former teacher with clarity. Still, gleeful, he uses his wings for balance as he makes a dash for the lion.
"Yeah, welcome, um -- !" He stops dead, now close enough for him to be able to look over Aizawa's wounds more clearly. His vision was ... not that great, to be entirely honest. Presumably coming from his eye injury, a long time ago. "You're hurt," He frowns, circling around the lion. His demeanor had shifted rather abruptly -- got into medic mode, it seems. The lion which was ... much bigger than Izuku. Harder to treat the higher up wounds. "Lay down, I'm on it," Izuku tells him, already conjuring his supplies into his paws. He's a little rusty, but his herb mixes have never let him down before -- and, to be entirely honest, he'd been spending a lot of his early days here re-stocking for just this sort of thing.
Without waiting for permission, Izuku already has a cloth in paw, dipped in disinfectant. Wings spread for balance, he attempts to begin the process of cleaning the lion's wounds. "What happened?" Izuku's face is ... something. Something between upset and a scowl, in any case.
He still had Aizawa's capture weapon.
Izuku doesn't know what to do with it, in all honesty -- he wasn't expecting to see Aizawa again, and especially not so soon. Really, what are the chances? Izuku doesn't to join a new clan, and Aizawa shows up, what? A few days later? A hell of a coincidence, but one Izuku doesn't mind accepting.
"Aizawa?" The maine coon has to stop in his tracks, blinking at the blurry figure of the lion. He'd recognize that voice -- from such a distance, Izuku's vision can't make out his former teacher with clarity. Still, gleeful, he uses his wings for balance as he makes a dash for the lion.
"Yeah, welcome, um -- !" He stops dead, now close enough for him to be able to look over Aizawa's wounds more clearly. His vision was ... not that great, to be entirely honest. Presumably coming from his eye injury, a long time ago. "You're hurt," He frowns, circling around the lion. His demeanor had shifted rather abruptly -- got into medic mode, it seems. The lion which was ... much bigger than Izuku. Harder to treat the higher up wounds. "Lay down, I'm on it," Izuku tells him, already conjuring his supplies into his paws. He's a little rusty, but his herb mixes have never let him down before -- and, to be entirely honest, he'd been spending a lot of his early days here re-stocking for just this sort of thing.
Without waiting for permission, Izuku already has a cloth in paw, dipped in disinfectant. Wings spread for balance, he attempts to begin the process of cleaning the lion's wounds. "What happened?" Izuku's face is ... something. Something between upset and a scowl, in any case.
☀ WE'LL BE THE LIONHEARTED
BUT WE DON'T CARE ABOUT IT
BUT WE DON'T CARE ABOUT IT
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