[ Alberto backs up a bit from where he fell off-center, prepping himself in the short span he has to sprint off the hand's palm, but gets a nice running start off the hand. As he leaps, he gymnastically twists himself around backwards to face Izuku, shooting a wide grin at the boy as he watches him follow off. As soon as he's airborne, he tugs his legs up against him into a cannonball. All the while, he gives one enthusiastic shout of encouragement: ]
Andiamoooo!
[ With the magic of Avalon, "let's go" registers in any language, but something about the passion and intention with which this boy speaks these phrases of his resonates stronger than usual, so much conviction and excitement and pride in just knowing a word somehow built into his language itself. Fearlessness, confidence, excitement, it's all contagious. Enough to remind kids like Izuku that they're still kids...!
No matter, Alberto comes crashing down in his cannonball just in the cradle of the Cliff Beast's extended fingertips as another hand jets out of the mountainside. It, like, barely caught him. What's more, a translucent, iridescent sort of net appeared from under him as he landed, breaking his fall somewhat, and he rolls off of it effortlessly into the palm, still hugging himself in a cannonball just as he'd landed. But with a relieved laugh, more airy than before, he chuckles as he releases himself and lies down again. He definitely almost didn't make it. Every time the magic rainbow net has appeared, it's thrilled him.
And its maker, as if on cue, flies up to meet the boys finally — a wingedtabby cat, floating midair above the fingertips as the boys land. It looks a little perturbed? Just barely. But it's not like Alberto notices. As soon as Izuku lands in this hand, too, Alberto's sitting up again and reaching out to slap at him excitedly, drawing his attention to the cat. ]
Look, look, did you see that! That's the magic cat! Hah!
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Andiamoooo!
[ With the magic of Avalon, "let's go" registers in any language, but something about the passion and intention with which this boy speaks these phrases of his resonates stronger than usual, so much conviction and excitement and pride in just knowing a word somehow built into his language itself. Fearlessness, confidence, excitement, it's all contagious. Enough to remind kids like Izuku that they're still kids...!
No matter, Alberto comes crashing down in his cannonball just in the cradle of the Cliff Beast's extended fingertips as another hand jets out of the mountainside. It, like, barely caught him. What's more, a translucent, iridescent sort of net appeared from under him as he landed, breaking his fall somewhat, and he rolls off of it effortlessly into the palm, still hugging himself in a cannonball just as he'd landed. But with a relieved laugh, more airy than before, he chuckles as he releases himself and lies down again. He definitely almost didn't make it. Every time the magic rainbow net has appeared, it's thrilled him.
And its maker, as if on cue, flies up to meet the boys finally — a winged tabby cat, floating midair above the fingertips as the boys land. It looks a little perturbed? Just barely. But it's not like Alberto notices. As soon as Izuku lands in this hand, too, Alberto's sitting up again and reaching out to slap at him excitedly, drawing his attention to the cat. ]
Look, look, did you see that! That's the magic cat! Hah!