little game / open

somebody not in the little club of weird former-human memories approached, his blind eyes open wide. henri didn't really care for any of them here, and had no clue who this weird hand-man was. he approached besides izuku- a slightly less intimidating sight, as henri was small and clearly disabled. "who's this?" the alabaster feline asked, tilting his head to the side as he shifted his weight. he couldn't see the hand or anything. he knew there were three others, and two of them were izuku and kirishima, but couldn't identify the third. using the power of deduction, the third was someone he didn't know- a newcomer in his thoughts.

"i need somebody to describe this shit to me," the cult leader joked, explaining his lack of knowledge. "but- ah, is it a bad guy or something?" he asked, his tone of voice becoming more serious, as he asked a real question, judging by izuku's tone of voice.