[It's not so odd a sound, at least not to Noiz. Not with the constant battles of Rhyme and Rib that Midorijima goes through in the run of a day. Streetfights that can break out in the backstreets can definitely get noisy. But all that matters now is that they let those with weapons take care of the man-eating beasts, and the get the hell out of there.
It feels oddly familiar, running from danger alongside the other. He remembers running through darkened with the other, chased by hooded freaks trying to get in a good hit on anything that they could get their grubby hands on. Maybe this was a little different, given it was like they were in some sort of videogame, but...
Once inside, he makes sure the door is properly closed so no big tooth-bird can burst in to finish off its task of carrying the other off. A moment, and he's turning to face the other--an odd, silent stare into Aoba's face that says more than any words he could speak.]
You're an idiot.
[Because that look was definitely much friendlier than anything he could say.]
and please buy new shoes
It feels oddly familiar, running from danger alongside the other. He remembers running through darkened with the other, chased by hooded freaks trying to get in a good hit on anything that they could get their grubby hands on. Maybe this was a little different, given it was like they were in some sort of videogame, but...
Once inside, he makes sure the door is properly closed so no big tooth-bird can burst in to finish off its task of carrying the other off. A moment, and he's turning to face the other--an odd, silent stare into Aoba's face that says more than any words he could speak.]
You're an idiot.
[Because that look was definitely much friendlier than anything he could say.]