[Eri can show outward delight at the cuteness of the pencil. She wasn't really fond of too many gifts. Gifts reminded her of being bribed and people trying to buy her trust. This was so different, though, with Aizawa clearly using one himself. She'd never had anything matching with anyone before and there's a sort of childish excitement now. She's using crayons to color in her coloring book but the pencil sits neatly on her lap.]
[Aizawa is expecting this to be a much longer process. So, when that finger gets a bit closer to his personal space, he's a bit startled. He had expected Shigaraki to act like some sort of gargoyle, perching in the chair and waiting indefinitely.]
[It seems like more progress was being made than he thought.]
Huh. [It's not outright praise but it isn't rejection, either. He'll scribble the number in.]
We'll see if that works. Have you done many of these before? [There were always little questions like that at dinner. They were ways for him to socialize, to open up. Aizawa usually wasn't the one giving them, though.]
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[Aizawa is expecting this to be a much longer process. So, when that finger gets a bit closer to his personal space, he's a bit startled. He had expected Shigaraki to act like some sort of gargoyle, perching in the chair and waiting indefinitely.]
[It seems like more progress was being made than he thought.]
Huh. [It's not outright praise but it isn't rejection, either. He'll scribble the number in.]
We'll see if that works. Have you done many of these before? [There were always little questions like that at dinner. They were ways for him to socialize, to open up. Aizawa usually wasn't the one giving them, though.]