[Truly, Mic suffers. He no longer has that weird little cat to run into his walls and hiss at him, it's so, so sad. He has to text Toshinori at least ten times to try and abate his loneliness, but he gets nothing back, so he might as well just die.
Or so his texts read, anyway.
It's quiet in the apartment when he lets himself in, and Aizawa keeps himself still, aware Toshinori might be resting. He's not a loud man by nature anyway, it isn't hard. He slips off his shoes and sets his bag down. The carrier is put down in the middle of the living room, the lock undone.
Jelly will come out in her own time. For the moment, he sits on the floor, pulling his bag to him so he can start to grade his papers.]
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Or so his texts read, anyway.
It's quiet in the apartment when he lets himself in, and Aizawa keeps himself still, aware Toshinori might be resting. He's not a loud man by nature anyway, it isn't hard. He slips off his shoes and sets his bag down. The carrier is put down in the middle of the living room, the lock undone.
Jelly will come out in her own time. For the moment, he sits on the floor, pulling his bag to him so he can start to grade his papers.]