You just spit out a bunch of shit without saying anything.
[A vague reference to a bar owner who wants favors, diary entries that said nothing, and a useless drunk you can't get information out of. This guy loves to hear himself talk, doesn't he. Or he desperately wants to be useful and runs his mouth with anything he thinks will be seen as such. Bakugo gives Hiyori a flat, annoyed look, barely able to take away something he can use from all that ramble. At the very least, it proves the parrot's not standing around doing jack shit. Some progress... he guesses. As for spirits and magic, that sounds like bullshit.
Thankfully they can move onto a better topic: food. Bakugo snorts in visible relief to hear there are stores that sell ingredients. While he's not afraid of eating out, considering what Hiyori's said of this place, cooking his own food seems a better idea. Less risk of getting drugged.]
A welcome market? What kind of asinine decision is that?! [Kidnapping people, then throwing food at them they don't have the money to pay for, but obviously need. Way to force their perverted hands. He hunches his shoulders in annoyance.] Whatever! I'll get my own food and cook it. If that market shows up, tell me where it is.
[Yeah, he's ordering the parrot around just in case there's something fucked up with the hotel's communications on Bakugo's part. A backup isn't a bad idea, so long as it's his idea! Just gonna ignore the swindled comment; he's rather insightful for someone of his temperament. A thief trying to steal from him is a dead man.]
Wuss. I'm not gonna be their fucking pest control! If I wanna kill some monsters, I'll do it on my terms! [And yeah, he'd end up protecting people if they were attacked by said monsters. Hero. Yell at them for letting themselves get attacked in the first place, but whatever. At least it's a way to vent.] Heh, they better not be shitty fans. I want awesome fans.
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[A vague reference to a bar owner who wants favors, diary entries that said nothing, and a useless drunk you can't get information out of. This guy loves to hear himself talk, doesn't he. Or he desperately wants to be useful and runs his mouth with anything he thinks will be seen as such. Bakugo gives Hiyori a flat, annoyed look, barely able to take away something he can use from all that ramble. At the very least, it proves the parrot's not standing around doing jack shit. Some progress... he guesses. As for spirits and magic, that sounds like bullshit.
Thankfully they can move onto a better topic: food. Bakugo snorts in visible relief to hear there are stores that sell ingredients. While he's not afraid of eating out, considering what Hiyori's said of this place, cooking his own food seems a better idea. Less risk of getting drugged.]
A welcome market? What kind of asinine decision is that?! [Kidnapping people, then throwing food at them they don't have the money to pay for, but obviously need. Way to force their perverted hands. He hunches his shoulders in annoyance.] Whatever! I'll get my own food and cook it. If that market shows up, tell me where it is.
[Yeah, he's ordering the parrot around just in case there's something fucked up with the hotel's communications on Bakugo's part. A backup isn't a bad idea, so long as it's his idea! Just gonna ignore the swindled comment; he's rather insightful for someone of his temperament. A thief trying to steal from him is a dead man.]
Wuss. I'm not gonna be their fucking pest control! If I wanna kill some monsters, I'll do it on my terms! [And yeah, he'd end up protecting people if they were attacked by said monsters. Hero. Yell at them for letting themselves get attacked in the first place, but whatever. At least it's a way to vent.] Heh, they better not be shitty fans. I want awesome fans.