oh west - journal

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Keeping a journal probably would've been a positive thing for Roan, although perhaps not in the exact same way as it was for Izuku. Despite his constant curiosity fueling him from place to place and motivating his every action, the boy was actually rather good at just keeping all of that gathered information safe inside his head. He didn't quite have a photographic memory, but he certainly came close to it, so he saw little reason to record down everything he knew and thought about. However, there were other things that a journal could be useful for, such as writing down all of his questions. Even though he wasn't prone to forgetfulness, it at times became difficult for him to keep all of his questions for people straight in his mind, and he ended up losing track of what he wanted to inquire about by the next time he saw a person. In addition to that, it probably would've been nice to have a journal for his own language skills.

Much like his mother, the little draconic kit was hardly the type to keep to just one language, and so far he had simultaneously essentially been learning three of them. First the basic English, which was the most practical and easy to learn, at least to Roan. Then, the Spanish that his mother adored so much, which was thankfully fairly similar to English, if it wasn't for the odd verb form differences here and there. Finally, there was Gaelic. The hardest of the bunch, Roan had been learning it from various sources, and he still pretty much only had a hold on the basics. With all three languages to keep track of, it wasn't odd for Roan to lose the occasional word or forget a rule or two for speaking them at times. Having one place where he could put all those words and rules together in one comprehensive package would be nice, and would probably also lead to less confusion on the part of his clanmates.

Either way, the point still stood that Roan had never had a journal, so he didn't entirely understand the sheer agony that came with ruining not only one, but several pages on accident. It wasn't the end of the world, but it still was far from ideal, and Roan found himself wincing as he wandered over, his blue eyes falling upon the stained and destroyed pages beneath Izuku's paws. The boy wasn't sure what he could do, considering his wings still weren't large enough to fly him off to go quickly grab a towel, but he could at least offer to help in some way that wasn't quite as... forceful as Bokarsi's. Not that he wanted to critique her while she was helping, but he doubted Izuku was feeling particularly amazing, getting pawed at roughly in an effort to clean the ink off.

Clearing his throat in the most attention grabbing way that he could manage, Roan muttered softly as he padded over, his small paws sinking into the sand below, "Uhm... hola! Is everything alright over here? Can I... help, somehow?" The question was more timid than his usually were, mainly due to the fact that he could see the anguish in Izuku's eyes once his head was lifted from the ground. Roan wasn't sure he had ever actually seen such utter defeat before in anyone. The Typhoon had some troubles as of late, but even everyone around him still wasn't letting that get them down. His Mother had never been one to succumb to things like the dire wolf injuries she had recently received, and even Michael was just brushing things aside with a carefree little smile. Izuku was truly the first person he had ever seen in such a sorry state, so he instantly felt the want to reach out and pat the other, or move closer and huge him. That might've been a little weird, though. And a lot messy, considering Izuku was covered in ink.