stop telephoning me // open, game

Despite all of the time Izuku had spent in clans such as these, he hadn't actually played a lot of party games? Or social games, but they were kind of the same thing. Granted, he'd played even less before he became a cat -- none of his classmates really had the time, but whenever they did, Izuku was sure to be dragged along. It'd been a little bizarre then, and it was even now, but at least Izuku had been having fun with friends. But still, Izuku made a point of trying to participate in stuff like this these days -- you know, when it's an actual voluntary choice. If he can, at least -- a lot of the common games are mostly verbal or whatever, but Izuku still can't participate in anything that requires him to see or otherwise do something too physical. It kind of hurts to walk, honestly. But Izuku still finds his interest piqued as he hears a call for a game. They don't say anything about what sort of game, but, well, Izuku is still interested.
"What game is it? Can I play?" Like an enthused puppy, Izuku appears somewhere near the accumulating group, ears perked up and tail wagging. It hadn't taken long for him to wander over, and though he's a little unsure, August will probably explain what it is soon. Still, Izuku can't help but fret about whether or not he'll be able to participate -- he wasn't capable of a lot right now, though, so the Maine Coon tries not to get his hopes up too high. So for the time being, the Maine Coon stumbles over to stand near where he things Aizawa is standing. He doesn't really know how well that worked out, but Izuku doesn't think on it long, still waiting for August to elaborate soon enough.

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