"Uh huh. I like sweet potato sushi rolls, too.
Hang tight. This one's gotta hurt."
Aaaaand...time to unhinge that jaw of his and assume he's learned his lesson on this one. Wipes his mouth with a warm washcloth.
"You didn't have to jump too." His back, snapped in half, used as a landing device for Mic. Words all ripping his lips apart as he struggles to speak without being able to open his mouth or teeth. He knows Hizashi understands, he always understands, even when he doesn't.
Jumps out window, still in the sleeping bag, splatting on the sidewalk atop the bottle. Tomura's half dried banana stuck to the zipper, fool proof plan.