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[comecatchthesehands]

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[comecatchthesehands]

Tomura makes a noise, some sort of acknowledgement that it's his Omen and that he obviously could take or leave it. None of said Omen's fault and only the fault of fate and situations and his player. When the Omen tries to open its mouth to speak, Tomura looks down at it and instead it lolls its head and lets its tongue lay out the side of its mouth.

That's all the involvement his Omen has, he's back looking up at his guest that he's very much keeping out of his house for the moment by standing in his door. While he looks relaxed, leaned against the side of the doorframe, he isn't. If the look, and the small nagging feeling, weren't enough... Then the name is.

His arms cross over his chest, "Told by whom?" He's pointedly ignoring being asked if he thinks they're related. He god damn knows, in the way that only adoption could, that they are. That this is Master's brother standing right in front of him. A goal right in reach and useless if he reached it. "Let me guess... Green hair? Annoying cadence? Neutral good NPC of a teenage boy?"

[bankvault]

"...Huh, I admit I pegged him as more of a Chaotic Good, though he might still be convinced he's Lawful." That's confirmation enough as to who it is, surely! He finishes getting all the glass off the walkway, satisfied with that task, and picks up his still frozen pack. There's no point in letting anything rot in the mild warmth of a spring day. "I'm sure you'll disagree on principle alone but I find his enthusiasm and concern really endearing."

His smile is brief. "Don't worry, I haven't told anyone I'm visiting your secret lair." Anyone at all, which is probably not the smartest of ideas, but for all that it's likely incredibly foolish, Yoichi trusts his sense of people.

If Tomura wanted him dead, he wouldn't be standing here right now, he'd be squeaking around in the ocean trying to reorient eight tentacles again.

For the record - I am fine with the warning LOL Tea and I already talked all that out.

[comecatchthesehands]

So it was Deku and his loud, obnoxious mouth. We're going around warning people about him, hm? That doesn't sound very heroic to him. That sounds downright bullshit, actually. "You got it, I disagree." Imagine them disagreeing.

Tomura looks down the lane for a moment, the last thing he needs is Dito suddenly showing up and making this all awkward more than it is. The last thing he needs is a dick joke right then. "You stay here." he says to his Omen who obeys and lays on the porch. "You get in." To his... Uncle? Master's brother? 'This guy'? "You're an idiot for telling me no one knows you're here, too."

He moves out of the doorway, waiting for his guest to cross the threshold and if he does, allows for that moment to close and lock the door.

[bankvault]

There's a slight shrug from Yoichi, who seems bemused more than put out or bothered by it. They're foes, aren't they? .. For now. It's reasonable Izuku and Tomura don't like or trust each other.

"Who would I tell?" He obeys nonetheless, with all the guileless lack of concern of either the tremendously ignorant or the tremendously confident. With Yoichi it really could swing either way. "Besides which, I'm not here to bring people beating on your door. I'm here for lunch."

He knows how his brother's power works. He knows Tomura has that power, but he doesn't seem to hesitate passing through the doorway that close to his nephew-by-adoption. "Please tell me you're okay with clams. I did catch a crab and a really tiny lobster but mostly, it's clams." Every moment that passes is, however, a moment Yoichi is weighing the situation with far more care than it seems. He makes his judgments for himself, and a lot can be determined simply through observation. What kind of person is his brother's successor, truly? "...And seaweed."

[comecatchthesehands]

There's no ultimate trust, but Tomura has been learning well and fine that at least he isn't being attacked. Enough that he has a stable address even if it took him over a year to feel that comfort. It's spurred on by other people he knows but...

The absolute balls on this man to come as close nonchalantly has the younger (?) man smirking as he does. Shigaraki likes that. He likes it more than he should considering that most of the companions he's had back home have been the ones who dare challenge him. This isn't a challenge though, this is a direct posture and he likes that.

"Clams." It's an innocuous type of conversation as Shigaraki closes the door and leaves his omen to sit outside. The last thing he will ever needs is help from a ghost. "And seaweed." He drags in a breath and lets it out. "Lucky for you, I have a simp that hangs around." Someone he feels human feelings for sometimes. "Your clams can go into the stew in the fridge if you know what to do with it more than just eat it. The seaweed is on your imagination."

[bankvault]

"Clams! I found a couple good beds when the tide goes out, but never have enough energy to dig a lot up at once." And the seaweed but that sort of washes itself up no matter what he does, and thorough trial and error has determined which ones are tasty, and which ones are toxic.

Poor omen, left outside. That's something he'd have to approach at some point, to find out why Tomura's rejecting his own spirit animal, but right now is apparently not the time to do it. Later on ... dog befriending. That there's a fridge and a kitchen sets him to hunting; unfamiliar layouts in strange homes and all, but he finds what he's looking for quickly enough, and by the ice on countertop thud, is going to get to work pretty promptly. "Did your simp make the stew, then? Does this simp have a name?" Sounds like a friend, if they're making Shigaraki food!

And he's going to start hunting for a knife. Clams require a bit of work, as do seaweeds, and the implication all along was that he'd do what he could to make a decent meal! If Tomura objected, or sought to do him harm.. well, there's not much Yoichi could do to stop him. "I expected horns and hooves or something, after all that hell talk." This place looks pretty normal! Tomura looks like a Shigaraki, he's been deceived.