Squeezing his way through the door, Mimic finds himself in the kitchen, swinging his masked head from side to side until he spots him over by the fridge and coffee brewer. "HELLO. I AM HERE. WHAT'S THE THING YOU WERE GONNA TELL ME?"
Nemoto gives him a nod of acknowledgement, but spends several moments longer seemingly mentally preparing himself for whatever he was going to say. He took a sip of the salted coffee- regretting it immediately- and looked around the room to ensure no one was listening, going so far as to use his quirk to audibly confirm as to if anyone was hiding, and only then did he finally turn to Irinaka.
“So, I have... Okay, wow, where do I start with this?” There was a heavy sigh, and then another, deliberate deep breath to steady his nerves. “Alright, I’ll start with the beginning. I have a daughter. A daughter who I have... otherwise not been a part of her life, until recently. And the knowledge that I will be visiting her soon has been. Weighing on me, this past month.”
