05-24-2018, 03:22 AM
Izuku didn't particularly want to be here, he wasn't going to lie. It wasn't any fault of London's own, Izuku just. Generally wasn't great with actual social events. Especially lately. Even being out and about was emotionally exhausting, and left him with pounding headaches at the end of the day. Though, that was usually more because of Izuku's eyes more than anything. The artificial lights he sees over here are hurting them right now, come to think of it, and the Maine Coon squints before deciding looking at the group was a good alternative. He'd be doing that anyways, no need to do it later, now. Or -- wait, the party. He squints against the fairy lights(they're dim enough to only cause pressure, but Izuku knows), before making up his mind.
"This is really neat, London!" Comes the Tenderfoot's chirp as he joins the crowd around the clouded leopard. He's beaming genuinely, though perhaps a little sheepishly -- not for any particular reason, he just couldn't see very well. He was almost certain it was all very good, but Izuku was largely judging it based off of blurry shapes and color alone, so he wasn't a very good judge of that at the moment. Oh well -- it looked like nobody was doing anything but complimenting London. Also, there was a very, very large shape that seemed to be a dragon? Absolutely terrifying. Anyways. Izuku, after a long pause to see if anyone else had anything to say, makes his way to what appears to be the food table. Upon closer inspection, it is, luckily for Izuku's own sanity. This is how Izuku usually spends his time at social events instead of trying to talk to people, and if that's not sad, Izuku isn't sure what is. He casts a brief look towards his clanmates, trying to work up confidence, before what little he has is smashed down like a little bug and Izuku resumes making his hot chocolate. Maybe another day. Or today, if somebody approaches him, but. Unlikely.
"This is really neat, London!" Comes the Tenderfoot's chirp as he joins the crowd around the clouded leopard. He's beaming genuinely, though perhaps a little sheepishly -- not for any particular reason, he just couldn't see very well. He was almost certain it was all very good, but Izuku was largely judging it based off of blurry shapes and color alone, so he wasn't a very good judge of that at the moment. Oh well -- it looked like nobody was doing anything but complimenting London. Also, there was a very, very large shape that seemed to be a dragon? Absolutely terrifying. Anyways. Izuku, after a long pause to see if anyone else had anything to say, makes his way to what appears to be the food table. Upon closer inspection, it is, luckily for Izuku's own sanity. This is how Izuku usually spends his time at social events instead of trying to talk to people, and if that's not sad, Izuku isn't sure what is. He casts a brief look towards his clanmates, trying to work up confidence, before what little he has is smashed down like a little bug and Izuku resumes making his hot chocolate. Maybe another day. Or today, if somebody approaches him, but. Unlikely.
[abbr=maine coon - 8 months - tenderfoot]☀[/abbr] what was i worth