[ He notices that -- he always notices things like that -- but doesn't say anything about it. Doesn't need to.
Happy that he did good and Shouto understood, Timcanpy wags his wings lightly and watches him work intently. Allen does too, if more quietly and in a contemplative sort of silence this time. Grateful and honestly just content like this, injuries or not.
It's weird, how peaceable it is.
As Todoroki moves to clean up and Allen's freed, he reaches over for his clothes again and shakes them out. Too bad he doesn't have a change here, but oh well. Watching for a moment how he incinerates the contaminated materials, he marvels slightly at how it really is so useful for that, both of his abilities. He moves on to button up his shirt and reaches for his tie.
His gaze snags again on the ointment jar as he does so though, hesitating for a moment before continuing to knot his tie with practiced precision. He should probably use that now, but he's hesitant to draw any sort of attention back to that either. Also, another thing-- ]
Were you injured at all either? [ His eyes skim up and down Shouto, seeing if there's anything of note. He'd checked earlier when he was unconscious but his only concern at the time had really been for anything urgent. ]
When it threw you. [ That energy orb. He's been hit by it himself before; the concussive force is incredible. ]
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Happy that he did good and Shouto understood, Timcanpy wags his wings lightly and watches him work intently. Allen does too, if more quietly and in a contemplative sort of silence this time. Grateful and honestly just content like this, injuries or not.
It's weird, how peaceable it is.
As Todoroki moves to clean up and Allen's freed, he reaches over for his clothes again and shakes them out. Too bad he doesn't have a change here, but oh well. Watching for a moment how he incinerates the contaminated materials, he marvels slightly at how it really is so useful for that, both of his abilities. He moves on to button up his shirt and reaches for his tie.
His gaze snags again on the ointment jar as he does so though, hesitating for a moment before continuing to knot his tie with practiced precision. He should probably use that now, but he's hesitant to draw any sort of attention back to that either. Also, another thing-- ]
Were you injured at all either? [ His eyes skim up and down Shouto, seeing if there's anything of note. He'd checked earlier when he was unconscious but his only concern at the time had really been for anything urgent. ]
When it threw you. [ That energy orb. He's been hit by it himself before; the concussive force is incredible. ]