"Then she is still a lady," Cornyx says. "And therefore goes first."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"It was always my philosophy that whoever got to the door first should hold it, unless they were physically unable. None of that gender stuff, but Thomas is a bit more old-fashioned." Jane put in.
"What can I say, I'm almost twice your age." He shrugged. "I just think that the old ways are still valid."
We are who we are, and if someone has a problem with that; that's their problem not ours. *** I do believe that insane is the only way to go.
"I must agree," Cornyx nods at Thomas' words. "I suppose it all depends on one's own upbringing, however. I was taught quite strict manners when I was young."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Whoever has the speed Quirk gets the door," Kyou chimed in with a grin; it was usually Iida, with those engines he had in his legs. No one else was quite as fast.
Raiden blinked, glancing over at Kyou for a bit as he thought. "That'd be Iida, wouldn't it? Engines in his legs and all...that ReciproBurst thing he uses is OP as heck. But, dang he's cool!"
I'm cool as a cucumber Even if I'm in a pickle
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
"He is pretty cool," he confirmed, his smile remaining. "Sometimes I manage to get there before him, though, if he's busy reprimanding us. I tend to stay pretty in shape."
Raiden grinned. It was fun to talk to Kyou about things like that. It distracted him from the fact that everything was spooky and weird. "I suppose that's because your quirk doesn't do much for your fighting capabilities? Other than, y'know, being able to charge in without worry of death and stuff," he said with a curious stroke of his imaginary beard.
I'm cool as a cucumber Even if I'm in a pickle
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
He stretched a little to loosen his posture. "Pretty much. I have to make up for where my Quirk is lacking - physical strength and intellectual stuff. It's because of my exercising that I barely passed the entrance exam. The written section was where I got the majority of my points."
"I cannot speak to Quirks, but can, er...teleport," Cornyx says, voice quiet as always. "So...I can get the door without too much danger, so long as my reflexes do not fail me."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
