[ he grabs the bottle from leo and chugs it all down in one go; it's weird how they all didn't die from lack of water after sleeping for what felt like weeks, but izumi isn't in the mood to entertain more questions about death at the moment.
now sated and hydrated, izumi unceremoniously throws the empty bottle onto the floor and makes a show of climbing onto leo's lap, clinging on to dear life as he trembles ever so slightly. he couldn't stand the heat on most days as it is, so experiencing hell for himself was on another level of discomfort that he doesn't want to go over again.
he should say something, now that his throat is no longer parched. but every time he opens his mouth he makes a sound like he's about to sob, so he grits his teeth, hands clutching at leo's shirt so tightly his fingers turn white.
just... give him a moment to recollect himself like this. ]
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now sated and hydrated, izumi unceremoniously throws the empty bottle onto the floor and makes a show of climbing onto leo's lap, clinging on to dear life as he trembles ever so slightly. he couldn't stand the heat on most days as it is, so experiencing hell for himself was on another level of discomfort that he doesn't want to go over again.
he should say something, now that his throat is no longer parched. but every time he opens his mouth he makes a sound like he's about to sob, so he grits his teeth, hands clutching at leo's shirt so tightly his fingers turn white.
just... give him a moment to recollect himself like this. ]