05-03-2018, 12:36 AM
Izuku wasn't an ... incredible artist. He'd drawn for a lot of his life, of course -- he'd always liked to do doodles of heroes in his notebooks, among other things, but he always found himself disappointed in the cartoonish faces. It didn't help that he had paws now, and it was kind of, uh, falling apart now. Granted, Izuku hadn't actually tried painting with stuff like this? It was all ink and lineart. Still, Izuku doesn't have any plans of adding anything to his marking. He's not sure what he should, for one, and for two, nothing of a lot of note could be put down in the first place? (well, there was, but Izuku wasn't planning on it. He didn't even know how he could.)
Even so, Izuku approaches a little hesitantly. As per usual, he's probably just gonna show up, do his thing, and never talk to -- well, anyone, probably. Izuku could never bring himself to approach people during events such as these, and nobody ever tried to talk to him, so it was kind of just a stalemate. Oh well. At Izuku could participate. So with wide eyes and a swishing tail, the green Maine Coon approaches. Uh -- well, he could put a pawprint down for his rank, since he didn't count as a newcomer anymore. What color was Tenderfoot? Green? Yeah, green. Izuku glances at Jacob, and then to the paints before approaching, simply hoping he doesn't mess it up somehow. (he's not sure how he could, but it's definitely plausible). Izuku hovers for a moment more before allowing himself a grin as he presses a paw to the green paint, and wobbles to the wall. And then -- presses it against the wall, tongue poking out of his maw. A pawprint, of course. Perfect! Izuku beams as he withdraws, allowing his paint-covered paw to return to the ground as he steps back. Uh -- that's kind of all he had any ideas for that felt right, especially since he didn't have an ideas, so. Whoops.
Even so, Izuku approaches a little hesitantly. As per usual, he's probably just gonna show up, do his thing, and never talk to -- well, anyone, probably. Izuku could never bring himself to approach people during events such as these, and nobody ever tried to talk to him, so it was kind of just a stalemate. Oh well. At Izuku could participate. So with wide eyes and a swishing tail, the green Maine Coon approaches. Uh -- well, he could put a pawprint down for his rank, since he didn't count as a newcomer anymore. What color was Tenderfoot? Green? Yeah, green. Izuku glances at Jacob, and then to the paints before approaching, simply hoping he doesn't mess it up somehow. (he's not sure how he could, but it's definitely plausible). Izuku hovers for a moment more before allowing himself a grin as he presses a paw to the green paint, and wobbles to the wall. And then -- presses it against the wall, tongue poking out of his maw. A pawprint, of course. Perfect! Izuku beams as he withdraws, allowing his paint-covered paw to return to the ground as he steps back. Uh -- that's kind of all he had any ideas for that felt right, especially since he didn't have an ideas, so. Whoops.
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