[What the fuck. While he doesn’t exactly laugh, there’s a snort which tries to hide the start of one, and there’s a bit of an amused smile on his face as he keeps chopping what he needs to chop.]
The hell? That’s fucking stupid. [God dammit. He can’t help it. He pauses, looks away, steels himself. His shoulders quiver just slightly for a moment before he can resume chopping, more firmly than he had been. Almost laughed out loud.
No, he keeps thinking about it. Midoriya won’t shut up. What he knows of seeing Midoriya’s legs, whether they were in shorts or wrapped around his naked waist... turned into tongs for, what? Salad? Shit. The laughter erupts out of him, thankfully more subdued.] Shut the hell up already, for fuck’s sake. [He doesn’t wanna laugh! He wants to chop shit for curry and pretend to be a hard ass.] Fire your whole fucking team, Deku. Seriously.
[For a minute or two, he just finishes the chopping before rinsing the knife and drying it, easing it back into the sheathe.] Dunno. Why? Ain’t got a whole lot of time to travel and shit. We can’t all be All Might. [After a second, he glances over his shoulder at Midoriya, almost like he wants to say something. He considers it first.]
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LMAO
Date: 2018-11-24 04:42 am (UTC)The hell? That’s fucking stupid. [God dammit. He can’t help it. He pauses, looks away, steels himself. His shoulders quiver just slightly for a moment before he can resume chopping, more firmly than he had been. Almost laughed out loud.
No, he keeps thinking about it. Midoriya won’t shut up. What he knows of seeing Midoriya’s legs, whether they were in shorts or wrapped around his naked waist... turned into tongs for, what? Salad? Shit. The laughter erupts out of him, thankfully more subdued.] Shut the hell up already, for fuck’s sake. [He doesn’t wanna laugh! He wants to chop shit for curry and pretend to be a hard ass.] Fire your whole fucking team, Deku. Seriously.
[For a minute or two, he just finishes the chopping before rinsing the knife and drying it, easing it back into the sheathe.] Dunno. Why? Ain’t got a whole lot of time to travel and shit. We can’t all be All Might. [After a second, he glances over his shoulder at Midoriya, almost like he wants to say something. He considers it first.]
That’s what your old man did too, right?