Maybe this trophy // open // isn't real love

[arcy]

Izuku had been wandering through the tunnels when he heard the sound of voices coming from one of the rooms. Or -- it's just one that he can hear. Um, Atbash, addressing Jacob about something or another. When the Maine Coon wanders closer, though, the smell of pain hits him and -- oh! Atbash was talking to Jacob, was it about drawing? So with this ins mind, Izuku trots into the room, somewhat nervous but otherwise curious. He thinks aside from Atbash and Jacob, Cry is in here too. She whispers something Izuku can't actually hear. She sounds a little distressed, or maybe just shocked but Izuku isn't sure how to approach her without getting yelled at or making it worse. The Maine Coon hovers for a moment, concerned, before he sighs and focuses back on Jacob. He's not even sure what Cry is looking at, he's no help here.
"Are -- are you painting?" Izuku chirps, curious, as he takes a few steps in Jacob's direction. He stays a good few feet away, however, worried about stepping on whatever supplies or drawings Jacob may have out. He'd learned his lesson about being mindful of where he is after a few unfortunate incidents with his own stuff. The ink had been left open and he'd spilled it and it was still on his floor and it certainly hadn't come off his paws. Ugh, he'll get to cleaning up -- later. Or he can ask for help, but that didn't give him a great feeling. "What are they of?" Izuku adds a few moments later, tail swishing curiously. He's always been a little nosy, especially after his own idol/mentor/whatever, it was All Might, had enabled him, and especially now that he couldn't see what was going on. Though, he wonders how good of an artist Jacob is? Maybe he'll ask to see some of the wolfdog's art, once seeing/focusing doesn't cause terrible, terrible headaches.

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