[Mm . . . he glances around, not yet getting off his perch. He likes the counter. It's comfortable. But the kitchen is bare-bones, devoid of everything from knives to food to paper towels, but . . .
There goes his capture cloth, snapping out to snag something off the shelf above the freezer. There, an oven mitt.
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There goes his capture cloth, snapping out to snag something off the shelf above the freezer. There, an oven mitt.
He shrugs as he holds it out towards All Might.]