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[[ Haven't seen ya in a while so I'm hopin you're doing alright over there! School not kicking your butt terribly, and that you're enjoying DnD(since that was a thing you were doing too)! ]]
//aww! Thanks hun! I just got by midterms and they changed my work schedule too. But I'm fine and still around! Just not really on here often. I'm always around on @/JamJamTweets on Twitter though!
Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
“Oh I did.. trust me…” Tsuki gave a soft laugh, relaxing and leaning back on her.
At the kiss she gave a soft purr. Soft ears tickled the others chin as she relaxed. “You are to kind Hoshi… I came here to visit you..”
“Good. They deserved it,” he stated simply and moved on.
“It’s a broken arm,” Hoshi shrugs briefly. “I’ve gotten my apology from Yamada, and it’ll heal well enough.“ Having noticed the result of the last, he indulges another soft kiss on her head before leaning back into his pillow. His arm starts to hurt, but he ignores it.
“Also I’d be a damned rotten friend, not to offer what comfort I can after addressing it. You deserve as much, Tsuki. I’d do more if I could.”
“You are perfectly fine…. relax Hoshi…” with a soft laugh, Tsuki could feel the others nerves. “You still need to rest… now…”
Offering a small wink, Tsuki smiled.
“Is that your dominant arm? And if not would you like to try some adult coloring books to destress?” She had a small backpack with two books. They were travel size.
Though to her it was perfect.
He rolls his eyes at the statement to rest, but doesn’t contest it. Tsuki was right.
“Ah- Yes. You saw the writing on the card?” Hoshi’s right gives a denoting shake, the Hero looking less than pleased that it was the one she’d been left to sign the cards with. “It can sign just fine, but writing is a whole other villain.”
Picking up one of the coloring books, Hoshi eyes it. It was so tiny?? His hand was bigger than this thing!
“It never hurts to try… unless you are seriously frustrated I guess…” Tsuki gave a small laugh at the size.
What was perfect for her was incredibly small for others. “You have huge hands Hoshi… holy crap I never noticed!”
Hands were a thing that did spook her after all. She hated things reaching out at her. Howrver she was getting better at reacting more calmly.
“I’m over six-foot, Tsuki- It’d be weird if I had tiny hands!” He cracks up, shaking a bit only to wince when the action irritates the cast.
“Anyway- I think I’d be fine watching, Tsuki, while you color,” the Hero says, holding the cast while the pain ebbs, “What’s the theme? Vegis?”
"You sure? And the theme is animals and mandalas.... honestly I can't do it for long... it makes me mad if I make a mistake..." She joked softly before leaning back against him.
Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
“Oh I did.. trust me…” Tsuki gave a soft laugh, relaxing and leaning back on her.
At the kiss she gave a soft purr. Soft ears tickled the others chin as she relaxed. “You are to kind Hoshi… I came here to visit you..”
“Good. They deserved it,” he stated simply and moved on.
“It’s a broken arm,” Hoshi shrugs briefly. “I’ve gotten my apology from Yamada, and it’ll heal well enough.“ Having noticed the result of the last, he indulges another soft kiss on her head before leaning back into his pillow. His arm starts to hurt, but he ignores it.
“Also I’d be a damned rotten friend, not to offer what comfort I can after addressing it. You deserve as much, Tsuki. I’d do more if I could.”
“You are perfectly fine…. relax Hoshi…” with a soft laugh, Tsuki could feel the others nerves. “You still need to rest… now…”
Offering a small wink, Tsuki smiled.
“Is that your dominant arm? And if not would you like to try some adult coloring books to destress?” She had a small backpack with two books. They were travel size.
Though to her it was perfect.
He rolls his eyes at the statement to rest, but doesn’t contest it. Tsuki was right.
“Ah- Yes. You saw the writing on the card?” Hoshi’s right gives a denoting shake, the Hero looking less than pleased that it was the one she’d been left to sign the cards with. “It can sign just fine, but writing is a whole other villain.”
Picking up one of the coloring books, Hoshi eyes it. It was so tiny?? His hand was bigger than this thing!
"It never hurts to try... unless you are seriously frustrated I guess..." Tsuki gave a small laugh at the size.
What was perfect for her was incredibly small for others. "You have huge hands Hoshi... holy crap I never noticed!"
Hands were a thing that did spook her after all. She hated things reaching out at her. Howrver she was getting better at reacting more calmly.
Hi.
I’m your kid’s teacher, and I would take a bullet for your child. But I wish you wouldn’t ask me to.
.
We had an intruder drill today.
.
I have shepherded children through a lot of intruder drills. I have also, on one memorable occasion, shepherded children through a non-drill. When I was a children’s librarian in a rough suburb, armed men got into a fight in the alley behind our building. We ushered all of the kids - most of whom were unattended - into the basement while we waited for the police.
During intruder drills, some children - from five-year-olds all the way to high school kids - get visibly upset. At one school, the intruder drill included administrators running down the hallways, screaming and banging on lockers to simulate the “real thing.” Kids cry. Kindergartners wet themselves. Teenagers laugh, nudging each other, even as the blood drains from their faces.
Other children handle intruder drills matter-of-factly. “Would the guy be able to shoot us through the door?” they ask, the same way they’d ask a question about their math homework. In some ways, this is worse than the kids who cry. To be so young and so accustomed to fear that these drills seem routine.
And then there are the teachers. There is no way, huddling in a corner with your students, ducking out of view of the windows and doors, to avoid thinking about what happens when it’s not a drill.
.
People really hate teachers. I don’t take it personally. It actually makes a lot of sense: what other group of professionals do we know so well? How many doctors have you had? How many plumbers? How many secretaries?
Over the course of my public school education, I had at least fifty teachers for at least a year each. So of course some of them were bad. You take fifty people from any profession, and a couple of them are going to be terrible at their job.
So I had a couple of teachers who were terrible, and a few teachers who were amazing, inspirational figures - the kinds of teachers they make movies about.
And then I had a lot of teachers who did a good job. They came to school every day and worked hard. They’d planned our lessons and they graded our papers. I learned what I was supposed to, more or less, even if it wasn’t the most incredible learning experience of my life.
Most teachers fall into that category. I’m sure I do.
Looking at it from the other side, though, I see something that I didn’t know when I was a kid.
Those workhorse teachers who tried, who failed sometimes and sometimes succeeded, who showed up every day and did their jobs: those teachers loved us.
.
Of course you can never know what you’ll do in the event. That’s what they always say. In the event of an intruder, a fire, a tornado.
You can never know until you know.
But part of what’s so terrifying, so upsetting about an intruder drill as a teacher, is that on some level you do know. You don’t aspire to martyrdom; you’ve never wanted to be a hero. You go home every night to a family that loves you, and you intend to spend the next fifty years with them. You will do everything in your power to hide yourself in that office along with your kids.
But if you can’t.
If you can’t.
.
When people tell me about why they oppose gun control, I can’t hear it anymore.
I’m from a part of the country where everybody has guns. I used to be really moderate about this stuff, and I am not anymore.
I can’t be.
Every day, I go to work in a building that contains hundreds of children. Every single one of those kids, including every kid that makes me crazy, is a joy and a blessing. They make their parents’ lives meaningful. They make my life meaningful. They are the reason I go to work in the morning, and the reason I worry and plan when I come home.
Parents usually know a handful of kids who are the most wonderful creatures on the planet. I know a couple thousand. It is an incredible privilege, and it is also terrifying. The world is big and scary, and I love so many small people who must go out into it.
So when adults tell me, “I have the right to own a gun”, all I can hear is: “My right to own a gun outweighs your students’ right to be alive.” All I can hear is: “My right to own a gun is more important than kindergarteners feeling safe at school.” All I can hear is: “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
.
When you are sitting there hiding in the corner of your classroom, you know.
The alternative would be unthinkable.
.
We live in a country where children are acceptable casualties. Every time someone tells me about the second amendment I want to give them a history lesson. I also want to ask them: in what universe is your right to walk into a Wal-Mart to buy a gun more important than the lives of hundreds of children shot dead in their schools?
Parents send their kids to school every day with this shadow. Teachers live with the shadow. We work alongside it. We plan for it. In the event.
In the event, parents know that their children’s teachers will do everything in their power to keep them safe. We plan for it.
And when those plans don’t work, teachers die protecting their students.
We love your children. That’s why we’re here. Some of us love the subject we teach, too, and that’s important, but all of us love your kids.
The alternative would be unthinkable.
.
When you are waiting, waiting, waiting for the voice to come on over the PA, telling you that the drill is over, you look at the apprehensive faces around you. You didn’t grow up like this. You never once hid with your teacher in a corner, wondering if a gunman was just around the corner. It is astonishing to you that anyone tolerates this.
And the kids are nervous, but they are all looking to you. You’re their teacher.
They know what you didn’t know, back when you were a kid, back before Columbine. They know that you love them. They know you will keep them safe.
You’re their teacher.
.
If you are a parent who thinks it’s totally reasonable for civilians to have a house full of deadly weapons, and who accepts the blood of innocent people in exchange for that right, it doesn’t change anything for me. I will love your kid. I will treat you, and your child, the same way I treat everyone else: with all of the respect and the care that is in me.
In the event, I will do everything in my power to keep your child safe.
I just want you to know what you are asking me to do.
Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
“Oh I did.. trust me…” Tsuki gave a soft laugh, relaxing and leaning back on her.
At the kiss she gave a soft purr. Soft ears tickled the others chin as she relaxed. “You are to kind Hoshi… I came here to visit you..”
“Good. They deserved it,” he stated simply and moved on.
“It’s a broken arm,” Hoshi shrugs briefly. “I’ve gotten my apology from Yamada, and it’ll heal well enough.“ Having noticed the result of the last, he indulges another soft kiss on her head before leaning back into his pillow. His arm starts to hurt, but he ignores it.
“Also I’d be a damned rotten friend, not to offer what comfort I can after addressing it. You deserve as much, Tsuki. I’d do more if I could.”
"You are perfectly fine.... relax Hoshi..." with a soft laugh, Tsuki could feel the others nerves. "You still need to rest... now..."
Offering a small wink, Tsuki smiled.
"Is that your dominant arm? And if not would you like to try some adult coloring books to destress?" She had a small backpack with two books. They were travel size.
Though to her it was perfect.
Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
"Oh I did.. trust me..." Tsuki gave a soft laugh, relaxing and leaning back on her.
At the kiss she gave a soft purr. Soft ears tickled the others chin as she relaxed. "You are to kind Hoshi... I came here to visit you.."
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Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
She didn’t mind, but at the mention of the clothes again she stuttered. “Ok, just because most of my clothes are doll clothes doesn’t mean anything star child…”
She gave a soft chuckle before leaning into her hand. Her fur was surprisingly soft, even compared to most animals. The small wire in her right ear was revealed as her fur was gently moved.
“Tsuki-chan, you really are a doll,” he sings in a tease, pausing before returning to an idle pet. Enjoying the feel of Tsuki’s fur and settling into a restful temper.
Hoshi doesn’t see the wire for a bit, but when he does his hand slows. He remembered something about it- It was during the incident with the burrs, wasn’t it?
“Is it alright to ask about this.. Wire? I don’t think you ever told me what it was about, exactly.”
“Mnn? The wire?” Tensing slightly, she tucked it back to a hidden position. “Its not a nice story… but to make it simple, I used to be a test subject in labs for quirk research.. the wire connects inside me and is really sensitive to the touch…”
She was gentle with her speech, but was opening up slightly.
The way she’d tensed hadn’t gone unnoticed, Hoshi stroking Tsuki gently as she spoke.
“I see,” Hoshi acknowledges calmly when she trails, mulling over the information a moment and recollecting a story heard about her old principle. “Can’t imagine that’d ever be nice.”
“Does it hurt or simply-” he pauses. “Regardless, can still understand not it touched. Does it cause you much trouble?” The question is careful, steady strokes telling that there was no pressure to answer his question.
"It... it's like a sharp pain when it's moved the wrong way... it technically is connected to my brain...its the only reason I am this way..." leaning closer, she gave a soft sigh.
"Where as Nedzu's quirk involves intelect, my intelect stems from being shocked a few times along my frontal cortex... my quirk just let's me perceive emotions of others..."
Tsuki was gentle with explaining the situation. She was slightly detached emotionally from the topic to keep herself appearing strong.
Tsuki hopped to the other, looking around curiously. She had been dispatched on a rather quiet mission out in the countryside and hadn't been back. They needed someone small for a rescue mission. Now that she was back however, she had a buddy to visit. "Hooooshi!!"
Hoshi looked up from his cracked phone screen at the call of his name, just a bit surprised, but a grin setting in no-less brightly as he registers the doe, “Tsuki?”
His phone falls to the sheets of his hospital bed, with whatever unfinished media post he’d been typing, arm waving excitedly as he pipes out an affectionate, “TSUKI! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He’s already patting on the sheets in welcome for her to hop up and sit.
“Oh, you just made my day! How’s my favorite fluff-ball?“
She didn’t mind, but at the mention of the clothes again she stuttered. “Ok, just because most of my clothes are doll clothes doesn’t mean anything star child…”
She gave a soft chuckle before leaning into her hand. Her fur was surprisingly soft, even compared to most animals. The small wire in her right ear was revealed as her fur was gently moved.
“Tsuki-chan, you really are a doll,” he sings in a tease, pausing before returning to an idle pet. Enjoying the feel of Tsuki’s fur and settling into a restful temper.
Hoshi doesn’t see the wire for a bit, but when he does his hand slows. He remembered something about it- It was during the incident with the burrs, wasn’t it?
“Is it alright to ask about this.. Wire? I don’t think you ever told me what it was about, exactly.”
"Mnn? The wire?" Tensing slightly, she tucked it back to a hidden position. "Its not a nice story... but to make it simple, I used to be a test subject in labs for quirk research.. the wire connects inside me and is really sensitive to the touch..."
She was gentle with her speech, but was opening up slightly.
@rabbitherotsuki is here!
Baya looks like she’s about to cry.
She’s finally found it.
The holy grail.
Someone shorter than her.
What?
Tsuki was used to it, but why was she about to cry?
She looked at the other quiet and confused
Tsuki is concerned about the beloved principle
We could so joke about Tsuki not needing to weigh much. She just has to run into them.
"Just ask Hizashi... he knows" with a smirk, she snapped her paw____@asktheloudmicrophonedhero mention
Let me rephrase: Does Tsuki currently have anyone that makes her heart do the bunny binkies?
"........fine, I have someone I like... but that's all you get to know-"
So does the bun have a crush?
"A crush?" After a brief pause, Tsuki blushed lightly before scoffing. "I don't weigh enough to crush anything..." That was a failed attempt at dodging the question
Why not commandeer someone to carry you around while it rains? Tauro could, couldn't he?
"Tauro also has class, and after the stunt he pulled with Hizashi a few weeks ago he's in after school lessons to remind hi. To not horseplay on the building" there was a guilty looking boy in the background smiling
You changed into a cottontail rabbit! Just look, proof is in that puff on your back. How many of your students you think might enjoy that?
Staring blankly, she tucked her tail into her pants. "Way to many, next question-"
Wait, was it one of those really powerful ones? Are you extra fluffy now?
"It was, and I'm always extra fluffy-" don't look at her tail, it's a cottonball at this point .
