#fxneralpyre

"No, I hate needles!" Pray again why was nobody paying attention to him? He was hurt, he didn’t need needles piercing his skin, besides, just a few bruises !! He certainly didn’t need to be put to sleep or anything, he wasn’t exhausted... And he hated hospitals. How he ended up here every other week was a mystery to him. Naruto couldn’t get a good grasp of his quirk, it just ended up being used whenever the blond felt angry. That feeling was just too familiar though. Having been born with fox ears, whiskers and a tail made many people laugh at him. He couldn’t help making the air explode around them. They deserved some smoke to invade their senses and lungs. More often than not he created explosions around himself due to not being able to place his explosions correctly. Hence he ended up in hospital more often than he could count.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

How intimidating.

    Pacing up and down, up and down. Should he share what he knows? What he’s learned? He wasn’t sure... He wasn’t sure anybody would actually take him seriously anyway. How deep did his alliance go? Would he be killed next if he shared the information he held? There was so much to consider.         There was so much to think about, could he trust a shaky alliance? Should he tell Rei who since he was young was like a mother to him? Should he announce it to the hotel in the hopes somebody would be able to use the information and get free. No. He had to share. Even though it would mark him... as an easier target, he had to share, because that’s what heroes did, they would always help others before they helped themselves. So that was how he found himself approaching Dabi.          “Here.” it was his truth card,  

 The Hotel you are in is actually an underground bunker. How deep down? Well, maybe you need another truth card for that.

“Who? Never heard of him.”

Super serious sentencesvery serious rp starters┃ACCEPTING

“What kind of drugs are you on?“