BEDAZZLED - open, knife throwing

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Knife throwing was, shockingly, not something Izuku was wholly unfamiliar with. ... Weapons really something Izuku actively tried to look up, granted, because Izuku didn't like it all that much, and -- and All Might hadn't used them, so Izuku didn't either.
Not that Izuku had much combat experience out of the theoretical, that is. His, um, his mentor had trained him to get stronger, but he'd incidentally just sort of ... overlooked ... the combat part. He was supposed to be learning that in school by now, but, well --
Izuku's been starting to wander closer to the people living here, now. He hadn't stopped exploring, and he hadn't ... actively talked to people yet, but he was ... getting there. This is the only reason that the kitten is close enough to, conveniently, wander by. The kitten has no intentions of making any commentary even still, but then -- he sees something.
A floating knife.
Izuku stops dead, wide eyes turning to regard the scene. It has to be the one inspecting the knife that's doing it -- that's a form of telekenisis, right? Izuku's paws itch for one of his journals, but he left them at home, and he hasn't been able to, um, replace it yet. It's not ... not a big deal yet, though. It's not like there's a ton of information he can get just from a brief glimpse.
"You were throwing knives?" Izuku guesses, ears pricked. It's the first time he's initiated contact while he was here, which is notable in itself. He trots forward, ears flickering half-back from nerves. Under normal circumstances, he'd probably avoid all of this, but his excitement overrides his nerves. "Was ... did you do it ... like that?" There's something bright to the kitten's gaze, and he awkwardly motions to the knife in Revolver's grasp. It's a convenient way to do so, Izuku thinks -- you can throw a knife without using your paws. It'd be faster, Izuku thinks, and more controlled. "How ... How precise is it? How far can you throw it?" Izuku nearly buzzes with energy, barely biting down on his words fast enough to not release a -- a barrage of questions before he even gets confirmation. He doesn't even have anything to write his notes down in, and what if somebody finds out about them when he does and thinks its weird and creepy and then they hate him and destroy it or something --
Right.
Anyways.