11-13-2018, 03:52 PM
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Izuku knew that the Typhoon was a big group, bigger than Snowbound had been, but that doesn't stop the spark of hard to defend against and regular anxiety. Kirishima is her, though. The feline's breath grows shaky, and he shuffles a step or two closer to the dragon. It's fine. It's fine. One, two, three.
(if nothing else, Izuku is glad he's feeling anything at all.)
"Hi. Y -- You, too." He says, and one two three. He allows a weak smile to those gathered, friendly nontheless. New. New, new, new. Nobody here to recognize him except Kirishima. He dreads the moment somebody does. Izuku is a recognizable face. Easy to remember. "I don't ... I don't know," He tells Cleo, scarcely keeping his voice from shaking. He hates them. Hates them, hates them, hates them, but he can't say no. To these people who don't know him but are friendly and he misses being a part of something. His paws are trembling, barely noticeable unless you really look.
Marigold for wounds, feverfew for fevers, poppy for pain.
One, two, three.
"H -- Hi, Kirishima," Izuku allows himself a little, trembling grin. Weak. Weak, weak, weak, he looks weak.
Peppermint for headaches and colds, raspberry for bleeding and pain, valerian for insomnia and migraines.
One, two, three.
"Y -- yeah, we are. Nice to meet you," Striker. Stryker. He ignores the flash of anxiety to .. several things. He liked Goldie, when they were allies. Blasty .. Bakugou? He could accept either of these outcomes. He smiles to acknowledge Owen's assurances of people. "Th -- Thank you!!" Pretty? Izuku wouldn't call himself pretty, what with all of the scars and his near-bald right leg, but .. he's flattered anyways. He smiles warmly at the younger, a little more calm than he's been feeling since people showed up. "Pirates? That's cool. A -- And, thanks." He says. He's more than a little put off by the warm reception. He thinks of blood and wounds. They hurt people. But .. he's not sure. He just doesn't know. Then, at long last, Izuku turns back to Kirishima, tail sweeping. Calm seeps in as he focuses just in on Kirishima. He's missed Kirishima.
".. It's been a while. How -- how have you been? What've you been up to?" Izuku sweps his gaze across the dragon's frame worriedly. He's carrying something, someone, on his back. Who? Izuku tries not to frown. But .. Kirishima seems fine. Granted, Izuku has no fucking idea when the other became a dragon. He wasn't about to question it, though.
(if nothing else, Izuku is glad he's feeling anything at all.)
"Hi. Y -- You, too." He says, and one two three. He allows a weak smile to those gathered, friendly nontheless. New. New, new, new. Nobody here to recognize him except Kirishima. He dreads the moment somebody does. Izuku is a recognizable face. Easy to remember. "I don't ... I don't know," He tells Cleo, scarcely keeping his voice from shaking. He hates them. Hates them, hates them, hates them, but he can't say no. To these people who don't know him but are friendly and he misses being a part of something. His paws are trembling, barely noticeable unless you really look.
Marigold for wounds, feverfew for fevers, poppy for pain.
One, two, three.
"H -- Hi, Kirishima," Izuku allows himself a little, trembling grin. Weak. Weak, weak, weak, he looks weak.
Peppermint for headaches and colds, raspberry for bleeding and pain, valerian for insomnia and migraines.
One, two, three.
"Y -- yeah, we are. Nice to meet you," Striker. Stryker. He ignores the flash of anxiety to .. several things. He liked Goldie, when they were allies. Blasty .. Bakugou? He could accept either of these outcomes. He smiles to acknowledge Owen's assurances of people. "Th -- Thank you!!" Pretty? Izuku wouldn't call himself pretty, what with all of the scars and his near-bald right leg, but .. he's flattered anyways. He smiles warmly at the younger, a little more calm than he's been feeling since people showed up. "Pirates? That's cool. A -- And, thanks." He says. He's more than a little put off by the warm reception. He thinks of blood and wounds. They hurt people. But .. he's not sure. He just doesn't know. Then, at long last, Izuku turns back to Kirishima, tail sweeping. Calm seeps in as he focuses just in on Kirishima. He's missed Kirishima.
".. It's been a while. How -- how have you been? What've you been up to?" Izuku sweps his gaze across the dragon's frame worriedly. He's carrying something, someone, on his back. Who? Izuku tries not to frown. But .. Kirishima seems fine. Granted, Izuku has no fucking idea when the other became a dragon. He wasn't about to question it, though.
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL [abbr=green feline - 1 year - wanderer - wears rainbow scarf]☀[/abbr][/glow]