oh west - journal

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Izuku had absolutely not expected to be noticed.
It's Bokarsi, first. The kitten starts at the prod from the dhole's staff, jerking to attention to give them a wide-eyed look. Almost involuntarily, Izuku curls further into himself, shaking his head. "I'm .. I'm okay," He squeaks, high-pitched. It's a lie, of course -- Izuku's been hurting for a while now, worse now, but the last thing he's going to do is say so straight-up.
Izuku's face crumples a bit further as Bokarsi motions to the journal. It's not even a big deal. Izuku's had journals worse ruined before, this one was still fine except for the -- the few pages it bled through. But it's his fault, this time. He nods somewhat jerkily regardless.
In all honesty, Izuku didn't even need the journal. Kacchan had destroyed enough journals for him to have refined the art of remembering his own personal rambles, but -- well. It helped focus his thoughts, shape them from something rambling and abstract into something .. manageable.
The kitten squeaks once again as Bokarsi approached, flinching as they reach for him. He doesn't pull away, but largely because Izuku's never been particularly good at putting his foot down on .. just about anything. "You, um, don't have to do that, you'll just get it all over your fur --" He says in a rush, bobbed tail thumping against the ground anxiously.
.. Honestly, though, Izuku's almost thankful when Roan approaches. It gives him a distraction -- Izuku is already feeling quite overwhelmed, and his expression is rather shaky. He'd probably be mortified to hear Roan's thought process, in all honesty -- it just felt too dramatic, true though it was. "It's okay. I just, um -- I just have to take out the pages, I guess," And ... and find a pen, maybe, and redo the page he'd been working on. He doubts it'll be as good as the original, but that's .. that's okay. He tries to muster a smile, to dubious success.
Then there's Octane. "Y, yeah," Izuku tells him, tail thumping against the sand once more. There was ... a lot going on, and it wasn't even a bad sort of a lot -- well. Yes. It was bad. Izuku hated it, and he hated how many people showed up to witness him freak out over his journal, but they weren't being mean about it. Rather helpful, actually, even if Izuku doesn't particularly appreciate Bokarsi's method of help.