“Mother's day. . ? Why do I feel like this should be something important. . ? I don't have one. . or at least. . I can't remember if I do. . and trying to remember. . hurts. .”
While he’s aware that his body can handle multiple Quirks like other Nomu, he has rejected every one that has been brought up to him so far. The subject of a light manipulation Quirk however is the only one that has caused him to panic for a reason he can’t explain.
He has a strong dislike for loud noises due to the sensitivity of his ears, and has lashed out at people as a result despite how timid he usually is.
It’s for this reason that Kageshō will attack Present Mic on sight without warning; all he remembers about him is being too loud.
+ main purpose was to simply do as he's told by who he's assigned to, his own personal space wasn't something he really cared about in most cases— even though he's mindful of everyone else's.
The High-end's gaze darted upwards towards that scar, though ever-so-slightly tilting his head curiously at the sight, he didn't question it out loud. Most likely out of attempting to be respectful. He himself had scars, but all of which were hidden by his outfit.
“My name. . ?+
[ Wondering just how much Kagesho knew about the process of creating nomu. Overhaul could be described as /nosy/ at best, invasive questions and little respect for others personal space while being offended if anyone disrespected his was a given from him. ]
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+ Kageshō. . Kageshō Mamoru. .”
The name given to him by his 'father'. Only one real way to find out the extent of his knowledge as far as the Nomu are concerned, and as long as the other wasn't too loud, he wouldn't really mind him or his questions— for someone who's +
+ think I had someone I was that close to.. once.. but I can't remember who.. maybe it is the loneliness talking.. I don't get it, though.. how I can feel alone.. even when surrounded by people.."
At the very least, there was an attempt to understand the other's words.
There's a sort of pause from the individual– blinking and ever so slightly tilting his head.
"I.. don't think I know how to do that..."
Frowning, those six ears of his visibly drooping downwards, mostly due to either his lack of understanding or lack of knowledge.
"I.. +
caught his attention , elbow propped up on thigh , chin resting in palm as he tilted his head a fraction ; ensures to maintain eyecontact , lack of vividness within wasn't hard to notice. offers a faint curve of a smile regardless
"very simple. means something like.. " (c)
"Huh...?"
The nonchalant voice was met with the High-end's genuinely confused one, whom turned towards the other while tilting his head back— shineless eyes staring right back at him.
"What do you... mean by that...?"
"seems like loneliness speaking. maybe you should try gettin' out of these shadows first"
nonchalant voice suddenly joined ; source perched on rim of a building , observing gaze steered low at addressed individual
“To avoid complications. . yes. I do know that. . not that it'd really matter with the regular Nomu; they don't have free will or anything. . and they've usually been gone for so long that most of their memories are lost anyway. .”
What Kageshō didn't know was just how many +
[ A thought in the back of his head that Overhaul should be careful about what he says. Overparanoid maybe, but he'd never spoken to a Nomu before. ]
[ A bit disappointed though, his initial idea probably won't work out as well. ]
+ times his own memories were wiped or otherwise tampered with. He breaks eye contact momentarily— the fact that he lost his memories, and not by choice, bothered him more than he wanted to admit, because he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important.
+
+ but not without consequence. Going against 'programming' and all. Wether or not he'd be less annoying than the rest. . who knows. Certainly not Kageshō himself.
At his words, the High-end perked up with a twitch of his ears, listening. Aside from those six ears, the shineless purple eyes with white four pointed star shape pupils, the permanent dark circles under said eyes, and the deathly pale skin, the most notable thing was the +
+ least.
“Oh, and. . You should phrase it like a question; anything that's perceived as an order I can't do– unless it's from Master Shigaraki. . or Father.”
Overhaul asking a question or two in the end was what let him answer to begin with, or, well he *could've if he didn't,+