[Maybe he should've blasted him physically. Bakugo's already had his meal ruined by potential drugs, and now this guy's stalking him with words about needing to get off. The worst part is, when he says it, the heat in his body responds with a harsh rush, as if to mockingly prove Esikko's telling the truth.]
I'm not screaming, dammit!
[Totally is. Bakugo bares his teeth, a rumbling growl climbing in his throat as a pink flush across his face starts to make itself known. He's got light skin as it is, and the sun (even if it's fake) doesn't detract. Obviously enough for Esikko to notice. The blonde snarls and twists his head around so he's not facing the other boy.
Still walking, wanting to put distance between himself and other people in case what this guy says is true. Esikko's not about to leave him off is he. Bastard. He balls his hands into fists in his shorts.]
Of course not; I don't fucking know you. [Certainly not enough to hate him. He hates what this place is doing to him.] Why do you care?
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I'm not screaming, dammit!
[Totally is. Bakugo bares his teeth, a rumbling growl climbing in his throat as a pink flush across his face starts to make itself known. He's got light skin as it is, and the sun (even if it's fake) doesn't detract. Obviously enough for Esikko to notice. The blonde snarls and twists his head around so he's not facing the other boy.
Still walking, wanting to put distance between himself and other people in case what this guy says is true. Esikko's not about to leave him off is he. Bastard. He balls his hands into fists in his shorts.]
Of course not; I don't fucking know you. [Certainly not enough to hate him. He hates what this place is doing to him.] Why do you care?