( Esikko laughs, a light and gentle thing he normally doesn't get to experience. It's just that even if Bakugo is suffering, he's so heated about it, so loud, so angry, so yelly. In a way, it's almost refreshing. As someone with a hot temper himself, in certain topics, to have someone with even more of a fuse is amusing. Cute, in a way, even? )

I wish I had your optimism. Unfortunately, the check in will happen regardless, as you'll wake up. You should be glad you didn't wake up in wedding attire like I did, married to someone you wished you weren't. The time that I arrived, everyone else showed up just like that, paired off and given rings.

( That he is, notably, not wearing. He threw his somewhere and he can't be bothered to remember where. )

Next, if you wished for that, then there wouldn't be a wish you could make in the first place, either cancelling it out or creating some sort of paradox. You'll have to save your wish for freeing yourself, I suppose.

( Now, with his scarred hand pressing into the sandy stretch of beach between them, he leans in, voice a little quieter. For Bakugo's sake, not his own. )

I'm in a rather patient mood today, since this scenery here is unique to me and not so unpleasant, so I'm going to give you one more chance. I can help you, in whatever way you'd like, without an utterance of any teases... Or I could leave you to squirm around alone on the beach and get hassled by who knows who else. There are others eating that meat, and they're going to be far less able to hold back than you are, you know.