Hm?
Oh, well. . .
I don’t think he’s a fan of anyone, if I’m being honest.
Although, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking or feeling, with how stoic he is.
Unless, you did something to upset him?
(Sansa perks up.)
Oh, are you referring to Sunny’s place?
We’ve actually started working with them, recently.
They assist us with people that have mutant quirks.
I believe Sunny and. . .
What’s his name. . . ?
(He taps his chin and closes his eyes in thought, until they —
I hope so, too.
We’re taking steps in the right direction, thanks to people like you.
(Sansa lets out a brief purring sound.)
(Sansa nods in agreement.)
Indeed.
However, I’m not the one that needs to be told that.
I appreciate you, Aizawa, truly.
(He bows his head, showing his appreciation toward the other.)
(Sansa’s ears perk straight up!, before looking away nonchalantly.)
Am I?
I’m just stating—
Hmm. . .
I suppose you’re right.
(He crosses his arms.)
It’s less to do with me being a mutant and more to do with me looking like a cat.
(He can’t help but smirk, finding it amusing)
I don’t have an attractive face.
Perhaps it’s cute, but not conventionally attractive for the average person.
So, I don’t really have any right to say if someone’s face looks nice, in my opinion.
But, if you value my opinion on the matter. . .
I appreciate it.
(Sansa —
(Sansa stares again.)
Not the prettiest?
Thats not how I would describe your face.
How do I put this. . .
You have a nice face, but that’s coming from someone’s whose face isn’t very human-looking.
So, I’m not sure if it holds much merit.
Yeah, I suppose so.
(Sansa sighs softly, before nodding.)
Indeed.
It was a lot worse, when I first sustained the injury.
Facial wounds tend to heal very well, despite what they may look like at the time of receiving it.
But you know that already.
Nothing too out of the ordinary.
It’s just a little difficult to go back to normal, after all that’s happened.
(He gingerly scratches the scar that’s above his eye.)
I suppose it’s just some minor anxiety.
(It’s more than minor, but it’s not obvious.)
(Sansa pinches the bridge of his nose.)
Nothing—
My words were minced, is all.
You asked if there was something in your face, and responded with the incorrect words.
No, not at all.
Your face is perfect.
. . .
I mean—
Ah—
Apologies, you don’t have anything on your face.
(Now, he’s looking away.)
(Sansa helps Aizawa up, before gently reaching up to wipe some dirt off of his face.)
It’s been a little busy, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.
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(Sansa offers him a warm smile, before offering his hands, to help him up.)
I’m happy to see you, too.
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