( the lifeguards squawk and argue around bakugou just like real birds: it's a horrible cacophony of sounds, intermingled with bakugou's yelling, cursing, and all of his squirming; by the time he can barely see the boy's spiky head of blonde hair in the middle, he turns on his heels to walk in the other direction. hey, he's done his best, right? the kid needed clothes, and now he's getting clothes, and that's all that matters, right? he should get a damn reward for this one, being so fucking generous to actually help a hero despite his hatred of them. a real class act, here.
so he's headed towards one of the drink bars, set up around the beach--it's not too far from where he left bakugou for dead, after all, and it's mostly in the shade, a large umbrella fanned out over the whole shape of it like a tent to ward off the heat. behind him, he hears the explosion, rather than sees it: but there's immediate chatter, voices raising, guests looking off into the distance as though to ask themselves what could have possibly occurred.
the bartender behind the bar, poised to take his order, immediately looks past his shoulder--sir, she says, as though in warning--
and with a long sigh, he turns on his heels again, fully ready to face that explosive little shit stomping towards him in the sand. )
Wha~at, none of them were your size? ( another pointed glance down, scanning bakugou's chest, focused pointedly on his crotch, before lifting back up again. his arms bend, elbows tucked onto the wooden drink counter behind him so that he can lounge a little. ) Come on. You can't just wear that forever.
You want mine? ( with a curved smile, patient, as he lifts a hand to tug at the shoulder of his own shirt sleeve in indication. ) It'll cost you, little virgin boy.
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so he's headed towards one of the drink bars, set up around the beach--it's not too far from where he left bakugou for dead, after all, and it's mostly in the shade, a large umbrella fanned out over the whole shape of it like a tent to ward off the heat. behind him, he hears the explosion, rather than sees it: but there's immediate chatter, voices raising, guests looking off into the distance as though to ask themselves what could have possibly occurred.
the bartender behind the bar, poised to take his order, immediately looks past his shoulder--sir, she says, as though in warning--
and with a long sigh, he turns on his heels again, fully ready to face that explosive little shit stomping towards him in the sand. )
Wha~at, none of them were your size? ( another pointed glance down, scanning bakugou's chest, focused pointedly on his crotch, before lifting back up again. his arms bend, elbows tucked onto the wooden drink counter behind him so that he can lounge a little. ) Come on. You can't just wear that forever.
You want mine? ( with a curved smile, patient, as he lifts a hand to tug at the shoulder of his own shirt sleeve in indication. ) It'll cost you, little virgin boy.