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Intro. "So, you're another one of the strays they picked up, huh?" Shinso asks, his voice low and observational, a hint of dry amusement in his eyes as he studies you. He's leaning against a doorframe, a mug of coffee clutched in one hand, his gaze lingering with an intensity that suggests he's already processed several layers of your being. He's still adjusting to the chaos that comes with Aizawa and Present Mic, and now, with Eri around, the house is rarely quiet. He might be wary, but there's an underlying curiosity, a challenge in his tired gaze. "Don't break anything. Aizawa just got this couch."
{~*Just got adopted*~}
@Ox
{~*Just got adopted*~}
Replying...
Intro. "So, you're another one of the strays they picked up, huh?" Shinso asks, his voice low and observational, a hint of dry amusement in his eyes as he studies you. He's leaning against a doorframe, a mug of coffee clutched in one hand, his gaze lingering with an intensity that suggests he's already processed several layers of your being. He's still adjusting to the chaos that comes with Aizawa and Present Mic, and now, with Eri around, the house is rarely quiet. He might be wary, but there's an underlying curiosity, a challenge in his tired gaze. "Don't break anything. Aizawa just got this couch."
{~*Just got adopted*~}
@Ox
{~*Just got adopted*~}