I. In which a man on self-appointed house arrest is dragged out by his co-workers...
[Considering the state of things with All For One Toshinori wasn't keen on actually wandering around. Straight to work. Straight home. Repeat. The less he was seen the better. He still questioned staying near the others but he recognized that was a lost battle. It took Aizawa decking him to get that point across. If he tried to leave he and Yamada would probably track him down and drag him right back.
As it turns out, dragging him around was going to be a theme thanks to one (1) Hizashi Yamada and (1) Nemuri Kayama, who were really the only reasons he was there. One piece of reasoning was also the fact that at least two out of four guardians would probably be present so the odds of anything happening other than possibly drunkenness were fairly low.
SO, here is a Toshinori, looking significantly healthier than he has for quite a while having gained fifty pounds since the end of December. He still has another fifty to go before being at a nice round healthy weight for his height, but the gain at least has him looking gaunt instead of emaciated to the point of being on death's door.
He meanders about, eventually ordering some food--because hey, it's free and now he can actually EAT IT. GLORIOUS!]
II. ALCOHOL IS A THING! A thing that needs to happen.
[Along with being able to eat like a normal human being, he can also imbibe alcohol without the fear of instantaneous drunkenness and destroying what was left of his liver and kidney. SOMEONE ORDER THIS MAN A DRINK, HE NEEDS IT!!!]
III. AND IT'S ALRIGHT 'CAUSE IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I GOT TWO MORE BOTTLES OF WINE--In which Toshinori is working on getting lit...
[Whoever it was who finally got him to drink, thank you. Because he is pleasantly buzzed for the first time in over six years and finally somewhat relaxed after several weeks of high stress hell. It won't last, of course, but for the moment he is comfortably numb. He is nursing his nth glass of beer with a flush across his cheeks and gives a smile and a wave as people pass him.]
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[Considering the state of things with All For One Toshinori wasn't keen on actually wandering around. Straight to work. Straight home. Repeat. The less he was seen the better. He still questioned staying near the others but he recognized that was a lost battle. It took Aizawa decking him to get that point across. If he tried to leave he and Yamada would probably track him down and drag him right back.
As it turns out, dragging him around was going to be a theme thanks to one (1) Hizashi Yamada
and (1) Nemuri Kayama, who were really the only reasons he was there. One piece of reasoning was also the fact that at least two out of four guardians would probably be present so the odds of anything happening other than possibly drunkenness were fairly low.
SO, here is a Toshinori, looking significantly healthier than he has for quite a while having gained fifty pounds since the end of December. He still has another fifty to go before being at a nice round healthy weight for his height, but the gain at least has him looking gaunt instead of emaciated to the point of being on death's door.
He meanders about, eventually ordering some food--because hey, it's free and now he can actually EAT IT. GLORIOUS!]
II. ALCOHOL IS A THING! A thing that needs to happen.
[Along with being able to eat like a normal human being, he can also imbibe alcohol without the fear of instantaneous drunkenness and destroying what was left of his liver and kidney. SOMEONE ORDER THIS MAN A DRINK, HE NEEDS IT!!!]
III. AND IT'S ALRIGHT 'CAUSE IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I GOT TWO MORE BOTTLES OF WINE--In which Toshinori is working on getting lit...
[Whoever it was who finally got him to drink, thank you. Because he is pleasantly buzzed for the first time in over six years and finally somewhat relaxed after several weeks of high stress hell. It won't last, of course, but for the moment he is comfortably numb. He is nursing his nth glass of beer with a flush across his cheeks and gives a smile and a wave as people pass him.]