[Definitely yelling at him with the underlying comment as expected. Does he really expect Bakugo to change his manner just because it makes Hiyori squirm?! Fuck no!! A hot glare burns under his choppy bangs at that laugh, one hand curling in a threatening fist, though he isn't punching the guy in the face. Yet... He wants to get more out of the other boy before he buries him in the sand!]
Haa?! Of course not! I use kitchen utensils like everyone else. [It took him a while to be able to light a fire with his Quirk without blowing up all the logs or the brick oven. But no, he doesn't actively cook with his Quirk, even if he can technically heat and reheat a pan with it.] I'll blow those shitty birds up any time they piss me off.
[If a cooking challenge shows up, he'll likely get caught up in it, provided someone actually convinces him into it (or pisses his off enough to make it personal). Bakugo's a tricky balance like that. He quiets down as the other boy starts diving into the next part of the system. Figures a place like would have some kind of hierarchy to avoid chaos.
Fuck, this guy reminds him of Midoriya, running his mouth with all the details. At least in this case, he wants to hear said details, so... jaws set and he listens with a glare.]
Tch, fucking royalty... What bullshit. [Pretending to be better than other people just cause they have a higher rank. It breeds dissatisfaction and competitiveness, though is it really all that different from grades in school? Well kind of, since you don't get treated (or you're not supposed to get treated) better depending on your grades. It's an evaluation of your knowledge, not your damn status. A sex game, a casino, a hotel, card suits... Ugh.]
So they incentivize you to play their game by pitting us against each other and simultaneously reward or punish based on how you play it. [Whether you win at it or lose at it. Meaning... yeah. He puts the pieces together quickly enough. A disgusted look crosses his face and a growl rumbles in his throat.] Goddamn bastards! You think I wanna play your shitty games?! FUCK OFF AND DIE!! I'LL GET TO THE TOP AND WISH YOU OUT OF FUCKING EXISTENCE!!
[Screw wishing for a way home; he'll kill two birds with one stone!]
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[Definitely yelling at him with the underlying comment as expected. Does he really expect Bakugo to change his manner just because it makes Hiyori squirm?! Fuck no!! A hot glare burns under his choppy bangs at that laugh, one hand curling in a threatening fist, though he isn't punching the guy in the face. Yet... He wants to get more out of the other boy before he buries him in the sand!]
Haa?! Of course not! I use kitchen utensils like everyone else. [It took him a while to be able to light a fire with his Quirk without blowing up all the logs or the brick oven. But no, he doesn't actively cook with his Quirk, even if he can technically heat and reheat a pan with it.] I'll blow those shitty birds up any time they piss me off.
[If a cooking challenge shows up, he'll likely get caught up in it, provided someone actually convinces him into it (or pisses his off enough to make it personal). Bakugo's a tricky balance like that. He quiets down as the other boy starts diving into the next part of the system. Figures a place like would have some kind of hierarchy to avoid chaos.
Fuck, this guy reminds him of Midoriya, running his mouth with all the details. At least in this case, he wants to hear said details, so... jaws set and he listens with a glare.]
Tch, fucking royalty... What bullshit. [Pretending to be better than other people just cause they have a higher rank. It breeds dissatisfaction and competitiveness, though is it really all that different from grades in school? Well kind of, since you don't get treated (or you're not supposed to get treated) better depending on your grades. It's an evaluation of your knowledge, not your damn status. A sex game, a casino, a hotel, card suits... Ugh.]
So they incentivize you to play their game by pitting us against each other and simultaneously reward or punish based on how you play it. [Whether you win at it or lose at it. Meaning... yeah. He puts the pieces together quickly enough. A disgusted look crosses his face and a growl rumbles in his throat.] Goddamn bastards! You think I wanna play your shitty games?! FUCK OFF AND DIE!! I'LL GET TO THE TOP AND WISH YOU OUT OF FUCKING EXISTENCE!!
[Screw wishing for a way home; he'll kill two birds with one stone!]