07-24-2018, 12:37 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Of course he knew he was wrong, but the flurry of emotions that he had been going through just wouldn't let him rest. His pitiful apologetic sorrow had flipped into a hot anger in a matter of seconds, and he... wasn't quite sure why that was. Was he going to stop it? Probably not. He acted on impulse almost all of the time, and old habits were the hardest to break. So, while he knew he was wrong, the snarking felt... good. He wanted to continue, even if deep down he knew it was a bad idea, and meg knew this was all totally ooc.
Toshinori stared, gaze white-hot, as the lion stopped. What was he doing? For a brief moment, he wondered if he should be asking himself the same question. Antagonizing the other wouldn't get them on any better terms, after all. But... he didn't really feel like being on better terms, at least, not in that moment. His scowl stayed consistent as he watched Aizawa turn. The gust of wind blew a flurry into the serval's face and he had to close his eyes, but the next thing he knew his face stung and he had been thrown into the snow. There was no denying the sense of accomplishment that he felt for getting the lion mad, but it went as soon as it had come.
He let out a groan, punctuated by a string of coughs. Maybe he'd taken things a bit too far, then? He opened his eyes again, deeply shadowed by his furrowed brow. Aizawa was right, after all- the last time he'd gone all out, he'd basically lost all of the remains of his Quirk. He could have done so much more to help, to do something, and yet... he hadn't.
The remnants of his anger were still there, but it seemed that he'd gotten a bit more sense knocked back into him. The serval touched a paw to his cheek and pulled it away, staring at the blood for a moment before returning his gaze to the lion.
"... Sorry," he finally muttered. His eyes had dropped to the tiny dots of red in the snow. He stood up to dust himself off, ears twitching backwards and forwards and backwards again. He figured now that, maybe if they just got this patrol overwith fast enough, they would never have to see each other again. Of course, that wasn't realistic. But he could try.
"I- .... Let's get going."
Not happy but not wallowing, the serval glanced warily up at Aizawa as he passed, trying to get this show on the road so they could finally be done with it.
Toshinori stared, gaze white-hot, as the lion stopped. What was he doing? For a brief moment, he wondered if he should be asking himself the same question. Antagonizing the other wouldn't get them on any better terms, after all. But... he didn't really feel like being on better terms, at least, not in that moment. His scowl stayed consistent as he watched Aizawa turn. The gust of wind blew a flurry into the serval's face and he had to close his eyes, but the next thing he knew his face stung and he had been thrown into the snow. There was no denying the sense of accomplishment that he felt for getting the lion mad, but it went as soon as it had come.
He let out a groan, punctuated by a string of coughs. Maybe he'd taken things a bit too far, then? He opened his eyes again, deeply shadowed by his furrowed brow. Aizawa was right, after all- the last time he'd gone all out, he'd basically lost all of the remains of his Quirk. He could have done so much more to help, to do something, and yet... he hadn't.
The remnants of his anger were still there, but it seemed that he'd gotten a bit more sense knocked back into him. The serval touched a paw to his cheek and pulled it away, staring at the blood for a moment before returning his gaze to the lion.
"... Sorry," he finally muttered. His eyes had dropped to the tiny dots of red in the snow. He stood up to dust himself off, ears twitching backwards and forwards and backwards again. He figured now that, maybe if they just got this patrol overwith fast enough, they would never have to see each other again. Of course, that wasn't realistic. But he could try.
"I- .... Let's get going."
Not happy but not wallowing, the serval glanced warily up at Aizawa as he passed, trying to get this show on the road so they could finally be done with it.
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