[Don't make him look at those shitty seagulls! He's already blown up a few of them. Three times now.]
Haa?! I'm not clueless, dammit! [Bingo on the temper.] It's not real in my world, but people write about it all the time. I can handle it.
[Old books. Magic contact. This guy really has done a lot of research already. Bakugo crosses his arms over his chest in contemplation. Magic may not be a real thing in his world, but he's no stranger to odd abilities. Quirks are very varied.]
Where'd you find the books? Some kinda library? [He doesn't want to end up at a weird kiosk in the hall asking for perverted crap in exchange for books.] Fine, give me their contact. [Won't he be surprised (see: pissed).] I'll see what they know.
[Luckily Bakugo's not going to ask Hiyori to get detailed on the awkward shit. It's bad enough to deal with the inferences the guy keeps making. He'd rather think about how to handle this place's perverted tendencies in the privacy of his own room, thanks.]
YEARS?! [His expression blows up into complete rage, shock, and yeah, horror.] WHAT THE FUCK!! I'M NOT STAYING HERE FOR YEARS!! I'LL BLOW THIS ENTIRE PLACE UP FIRST!!
[And he's not kidding about that. If it comes to that long, he's going to go insane and will certainly attempt to nuke himself out of the cage. There are people here he'll want to get free as well. Dammit, start a revolution already!]
I don't need stupid fans! [Bakugo's very cat-like in regards to praise. He loves it and demands it, but more than a passing acknowledgement or a few focused seconds quickly turns into fucking annoying and pisses him off to the point to telling said "fans" to buzz the fuck off! Hiyori can probably assume that's how it works with him anyways.] And I don't need to try convincing myself I'm awesome.
[He knows he is.]
What the fuck?! I just woke up in a damn room with this stupid robe and four beds! [There was nothing else he paid attention to before stalking out into the hall and running into someone he wished he hadn't.] Account?
[Bakugo blinks before looking down at the watch on his wrist. Something else to look into, huh. It wasn't like this damn hotel welcomed him with a detailed orientation explaining all this shit to him. He makes a face at the suggestion of borrowing from Hiyori and gambling.] I'll find my own means.
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Haa?! I'm not clueless, dammit! [Bingo on the temper.] It's not real in my world, but people write about it all the time. I can handle it.
[Old books. Magic contact. This guy really has done a lot of research already. Bakugo crosses his arms over his chest in contemplation. Magic may not be a real thing in his world, but he's no stranger to odd abilities. Quirks are very varied.]
Where'd you find the books? Some kinda library? [He doesn't want to end up at a weird kiosk in the hall asking for perverted crap in exchange for books.] Fine, give me their contact. [Won't he be surprised (see: pissed).] I'll see what they know.
[Luckily Bakugo's not going to ask Hiyori to get detailed on the awkward shit. It's bad enough to deal with the inferences the guy keeps making. He'd rather think about how to handle this place's perverted tendencies in the privacy of his own room, thanks.]
YEARS?! [His expression blows up into complete rage, shock, and yeah, horror.] WHAT THE FUCK!! I'M NOT STAYING HERE FOR YEARS!! I'LL BLOW THIS ENTIRE PLACE UP FIRST!!
[And he's not kidding about that. If it comes to that long, he's going to go insane and will certainly attempt to nuke himself out of the cage. There are people here he'll want to get free as well. Dammit, start a revolution already!]
I don't need stupid fans! [Bakugo's very cat-like in regards to praise. He loves it and demands it, but more than a passing acknowledgement or a few focused seconds quickly turns into fucking annoying and pisses him off to the point to telling said "fans" to buzz the fuck off! Hiyori can probably assume that's how it works with him anyways.] And I don't need to try convincing myself I'm awesome.
[He knows he is.]
What the fuck?! I just woke up in a damn room with this stupid robe and four beds! [There was nothing else he paid attention to before stalking out into the hall and running into someone he wished he hadn't.] Account?
[Bakugo blinks before looking down at the watch on his wrist. Something else to look into, huh. It wasn't like this damn hotel welcomed him with a detailed orientation explaining all this shit to him. He makes a face at the suggestion of borrowing from Hiyori and gambling.] I'll find my own means.