I promise that you'll // open+celebration feast/games // never be lonely

Izuku wasn't really in the mood for interacting with anybody right now. He was just kind of ... exhausted. He'd rather nap or be anti-social right now than anything, which was kind of shocking, but you couldn't blame him. But even so, the Maine Coon had, of course, forced himself to get up and participate. Which is how Izuku finds himself here, blearily glancing around. There is, of course, food, and games. Food first, and then whatever game Jacob himself is hosting. Board games by himself would be sad. Was it truth or dare? That'd be fine. But still. Food. Which Izuku plans to eat a lot of. Thank god for events with food, or else Izuku would be a truly sad, skinny thing, considering his tendency to just kind of ... not ... eat. And hot chocolate. That would be all Izuku wanted at the moment, though. He considers just eating it over here, but figures he might miss the game if he doesn't, and Izuku has been trying to actually participate in stuff rather than just ... eat. In other words, he'll do it at the same time, hopefully nobody minds.
So, Izuku lugs himself and his plate over to the trio of his clanmates with ... plenty of difficulty. He doesn't have hands. And even if he did he'd only have one. And if he got anything on his bandage he was gonna like ... die. He somehow manages it, though, and curls up next to Natsha, making himself small. "I'll play," He chirps softly, just in case it wasn't obvious. Other than this, though, he's quiet, and maybe just a little sleepy. He hopefully won't doze off while they're waiting, though.

[abbr=8 months - tenderfoot of snowbound - maine coon cat]☀[/abbr] what was i worth