04-30-2018, 06:01 PM
To be completely honest, Izuku didn't have any intentions of sunbathing. In fact, he'd probably stay out of the sun, if anything. He'd grown used to the cold, and his pelt had already thickened during the weeks spent in Snowbound. If he thought it'd been easy to overheat in his old group, with fur patchy and thin, he'd be in for hell now. It was a fair trade, though, since he'd been spending so much time bouncing around in the snow now. Luckily for Aizawa, though, the snow would be scarce during the summer. From there it'd just be slow adjustment back to winter. Hopefully. Were they still even going to be here by then? Izuku would hope so, but it's not like he always had a choice in the matter.
When they arrive at the field, Aizawa simply flops down on the grass, as expected. Izuku rolls his eyes, but at least he's not here alone. He had a tendency for paranoia and also nearly attacking people for startling him when he's on his own. It always just sort of ... reverted him to default 'nobody means well until otherwise proven' mind state and that couldn't be healthy. Even so, it doesn't take long for Izuku to get absorbed in the methodical procedure of looking for herbs or the such. Marigolds grew about the field, but other than that, Izuku wasn't exactly sure. He'd only kept the simplest of medicines on hand when he was on his own, to avoid making his bag too heavy, or too hard to sort through.
Even with this, it takes only a little while for Izuku to get bored. With a pack full of marigolds(and a few other things, of course), he's not sure what he could find or do. He has no plans on leaving so soon, but Izuku was, first of all, entirely incapable of taking naps anymore. What else -- oh. Oh. Izuku eyes the flowers about the field, the little ones without any real use, with a little grin on his maw. Flower crowns, of course. He hadn't made any himself, of course, but he knew the method, at least. It's not like Aizawa could object to one if he was sleeping, anyways. (izuku would still make one for himself, of course) So with this, Izuku carefully wriggles through the long grass to start plucking the flower stems off of a little bush.
When they arrive at the field, Aizawa simply flops down on the grass, as expected. Izuku rolls his eyes, but at least he's not here alone. He had a tendency for paranoia and also nearly attacking people for startling him when he's on his own. It always just sort of ... reverted him to default 'nobody means well until otherwise proven' mind state and that couldn't be healthy. Even so, it doesn't take long for Izuku to get absorbed in the methodical procedure of looking for herbs or the such. Marigolds grew about the field, but other than that, Izuku wasn't exactly sure. He'd only kept the simplest of medicines on hand when he was on his own, to avoid making his bag too heavy, or too hard to sort through.
Even with this, it takes only a little while for Izuku to get bored. With a pack full of marigolds(and a few other things, of course), he's not sure what he could find or do. He has no plans on leaving so soon, but Izuku was, first of all, entirely incapable of taking naps anymore. What else -- oh. Oh. Izuku eyes the flowers about the field, the little ones without any real use, with a little grin on his maw. Flower crowns, of course. He hadn't made any himself, of course, but he knew the method, at least. It's not like Aizawa could object to one if he was sleeping, anyways. (izuku would still make one for himself, of course) So with this, Izuku carefully wriggles through the long grass to start plucking the flower stems off of a little bush.
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