[Ah, there it was. Aizawa shifts his hands, making sure one is up there to catch the release. As satisfying as it would be to watch him stain his own clothes, he would rather play it safe. Even if there ended up being a mess in his hand.]
[He's glancing down at the pearlescent splatter in his hand when Shigaraki calls to him.]
Hm? [He looks up. With the moment passed it's a little less intimate. It's less strange for him to make eye contact. He'd seen Shigaraki close up but he hadn't really taken in the face without a hand blocking it. His eyes were so sunken. He looked like he didn't have a damn idea of how to care for himself. Aizawa was the expert at that, after all.]
What? Did I pass, or not? [He performed his service. He could see where this went next. He'd prefer out of this dim, cramped room. Maybe food or water. Still, he's not allowed to call those shots.]
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[He's glancing down at the pearlescent splatter in his hand when Shigaraki calls to him.]
Hm? [He looks up. With the moment passed it's a little less intimate. It's less strange for him to make eye contact. He'd seen Shigaraki close up but he hadn't really taken in the face without a hand blocking it. His eyes were so sunken. He looked like he didn't have a damn idea of how to care for himself. Aizawa was the expert at that, after all.]
What? Did I pass, or not? [He performed his service. He could see where this went next. He'd prefer out of this dim, cramped room. Maybe food or water. Still, he's not allowed to call those shots.]