04-30-2018, 07:12 PM
Summer would be an eagerly awaited season, but for now, Aizawa would just have to deal with frequent trips to this meadow. All that walking and possibly getting lost (again) along the way isn't exactly very appealing, though he supposes he could use some action and what not. Life was a lot more boring now that he was an animal without any expectations. Unlike Izuku, as a Tenderfoot, he didn't have that many duties, and he didn't feel very indebted to Snowbound. He only did things to keep himself alive. And the maine coon, too--maybe. Just a little bit.
Speaking of which, he watches said cat out of one half-lidded eye, making sure he wasn't getting himself into trouble or whatever. It always seemed to follow him from what Aizawa had seen. After a while of nothing, he deems it alright to finally close his eyes and have a much needed nap. It doesn't take him nearly as long to drift off, his face buried in his scarf.
It isn't long before he stirs, grumbling as he blinks his eyes open, slightly surprised to see Izuku wasn't where he had last been. He cranes his neck and is quickly put at ease when he spots the abnormally-colored cat still nearby, picking at a bush. What the hell was he doing? The large feline decides not to question it, as it doesn't really matter to him. He could do whatever weird things he wanted--as long as he didn't get himself into a sticky situation that would need his assistance. So, he settles in again, falling back to sleep.
"SPEECH"
Speaking of which, he watches said cat out of one half-lidded eye, making sure he wasn't getting himself into trouble or whatever. It always seemed to follow him from what Aizawa had seen. After a while of nothing, he deems it alright to finally close his eyes and have a much needed nap. It doesn't take him nearly as long to drift off, his face buried in his scarf.
It isn't long before he stirs, grumbling as he blinks his eyes open, slightly surprised to see Izuku wasn't where he had last been. He cranes his neck and is quickly put at ease when he spots the abnormally-colored cat still nearby, picking at a bush. What the hell was he doing? The large feline decides not to question it, as it doesn't really matter to him. He could do whatever weird things he wanted--as long as he didn't get himself into a sticky situation that would need his assistance. So, he settles in again, falling back to sleep.
"SPEECH"