" I THINK THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT ME, SUNEATER. " ( scritch, scritch ) with gloved hands so all her hard work to ease the irritation of her skin is not clawed away by chipped nails. decay steps forward. a red, long cape follows behind it — the only nod to grandmother that they bear, though toshinori states he looks so much like her otherwise. " i'll clear a path to the survivors. your quirk's pretty cool, by the way. " / @manifeasts














