Don't fuck with me! You know how stupid that sounds?!
[Though it's not unbased either. Plenty of fantasy stories and fairy tales have worked their way into superhero comics and shows, augmenting villains with magic to give the heroes a harder fight. Even if it's not really mainstream, the traditions of Japan are still alive in Bakugo's world. Possessed items, haunted houses, a strange entity that runs on "people" in one way or another, shit like that's not vanished. That doesn't mean it sounds plausible when said to his face. That crap's fictional!
The fact he's not grabbing Hiyori and yelling at him suggests the blonde's... at least willing to consider the idea. His defiance is more anger over the situation than outright rejection. But damn does he want proof now before he goes and punches this hotel in its fucking kidneys!
And yeah, he gets Hiyori's implying this sentient building thing feeds off sexual energy.]
A goddamn hotel-shaped incubus. Che, what bullshit.
[Still griping and grumbling to himself, Bakugo eyes Hiyori's comment about learning more. A brow arches when he mentions the trade, arms crossing over his chest.]
What makes you think they know more than you do? And how'd they find out?
[From what he's heard, the hotel staff are tight-lipped and why would any other of the kidnapped ones not want to share what they've learned that might help everyone escape? The notion of working together to figure this out isn't lost on him; he knows how to be a team player despite his atrocious attitude. Actually, Bakugo's an amazing leader once he's invested in something personally. It's just, working together in this place comes with that damn perverted caveat...]
A prisoner's still a prisoner. [He makes a face when Hiyori starts extolling his own virtues again. That little gay parrot idea from earlier is certainly not shaking free any time soon.] Shuddup. You prop yourself way too much.
[It makes him wonder if Hiyori's got some crushing self-esteem issues he needs to continually talk to bay, or if he's just that much of an air-headed egotist...]
Yeah. Where the hell am I gonna get clothes? I'm not wearing a swimsuit all damn week. [He already blew up three guards who tried to literally pressgang him into one of their own thongs. Disgusting.]
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[Though it's not unbased either. Plenty of fantasy stories and fairy tales have worked their way into superhero comics and shows, augmenting villains with magic to give the heroes a harder fight. Even if it's not really mainstream, the traditions of Japan are still alive in Bakugo's world. Possessed items, haunted houses, a strange entity that runs on "people" in one way or another, shit like that's not vanished. That doesn't mean it sounds plausible when said to his face. That crap's fictional!
The fact he's not grabbing Hiyori and yelling at him suggests the blonde's... at least willing to consider the idea. His defiance is more anger over the situation than outright rejection. But damn does he want proof now before he goes and punches this hotel in its fucking kidneys!
And yeah, he gets Hiyori's implying this sentient building thing feeds off sexual energy.]
A goddamn hotel-shaped incubus. Che, what bullshit.
[Still griping and grumbling to himself, Bakugo eyes Hiyori's comment about learning more. A brow arches when he mentions the trade, arms crossing over his chest.]
What makes you think they know more than you do? And how'd they find out?
[From what he's heard, the hotel staff are tight-lipped and why would any other of the kidnapped ones not want to share what they've learned that might help everyone escape? The notion of working together to figure this out isn't lost on him; he knows how to be a team player despite his atrocious attitude. Actually, Bakugo's an amazing leader once he's invested in something personally. It's just, working together in this place comes with that damn perverted caveat...]
A prisoner's still a prisoner. [He makes a face when Hiyori starts extolling his own virtues again. That little gay parrot idea from earlier is certainly not shaking free any time soon.] Shuddup. You prop yourself way too much.
[It makes him wonder if Hiyori's got some crushing self-esteem issues he needs to continually talk to bay, or if he's just that much of an air-headed egotist...]
Yeah. Where the hell am I gonna get clothes? I'm not wearing a swimsuit all damn week. [He already blew up three guards who tried to literally pressgang him into one of their own thongs. Disgusting.]