[Flames all but lick the hem of his kimono by the time Takasugi stops his advance. He's walked past the chair; the heat from there would be tepid. It's cold, but he's not suffering from early frostbite-
No need to exercise moderation.
Though notice of a comfortable place to sit seems to have passed him by, Takasugi does watch with a sidelong stare as the man makes easy work of a bulky log.
Strength with a body like that isn't surprising, but it pushes the boundaries of humanity.
And leaves a smile on his face.
He crouches, offering his exposed hands forward to the fire for warmth, curling his fingers slowly.] Tani.
What is it you're looking to succeed in, Mr. All Might?
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No need to exercise moderation.
Though notice of a comfortable place to sit seems to have passed him by, Takasugi does watch with a sidelong stare as the man makes easy work of a bulky log.
Strength with a body like that isn't surprising, but it pushes the boundaries of humanity.
And leaves a smile on his face.
He crouches, offering his exposed hands forward to the fire for warmth, curling his fingers slowly.] Tani.
What is it you're looking to succeed in, Mr. All Might?