[right. just how stupid does dabi think he is? he barely trusted him from the start. a tiny truce to avoid taking down a building and killing each other doesn't mean there's anything between them remotely resonating. he knows the man's history and story, even if he speculates it's biased. but the history amid the two of them alone is a sordid thing in itself. there's no way he's going to extend any kind of good faith. even the brief test got blown up the second the villain abandoned him to those shitty seagulls. going forward, any advice or instructions is getting heavily scrutinized.
that long sigh and spin around earns a hard growl behind his stupid flowery shirted shoulders. this patchwork bastard planned on bullshitting him again! just now! damn right he ruined those plans!]
When they're obnoxious about it.
[hint hint. he pauses when the glass swings towards him, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the offer. come on. does dabi really think he can keep getting away with this kind of bullshit? that 'command' doesn't go over well either.]
You... [as much as he wants to snap at dabi not to order him around, he's also aware this is a very thin line both of them are toeing. and like it or not, he needs the aid. this man is from his own world. with a snarl, he swipes the drink from the villain's hand. there's something in it. he knows that. alcohol, a drug, anything to make this a bad idea. but dabi says we'll go. if looks could kill, this stitch bitch would be six feet under.
last chance. bakugo glances at the bartender.] Two glasses of water.
[he'll drink, but first, he's gonna be a goody-two-shoes prick about it. meaning one glass of water down the hatch, then the drink-] CUGH! [-he coughs hard and brief, eyes widening and head ducking a bit as his throat works the drink down. he's had sports drinks before, soda, even some cider, but whatever the fuck that was is only somewhat similar. it burns and hits with an impact he can't describe. maybe chugging it wasn't the greatest idea... at least there's a pool of water in there to dilute it?! hopefully?!]
I'm not stealing shit! Go to a store, buy something like a decent person, and I'll pay you back! [does he have to spell this out for him?! it's his first day here; he's not going to turn into a damn criminal. and the second glass of water. it hurts to tank it down, he's gonna piss hard later, but damn if he's not gonna dilute the bar drink as best he can.] I'm not scared of those bastard!
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that long sigh and spin around earns a hard growl behind his stupid flowery shirted shoulders. this patchwork bastard planned on bullshitting him again! just now! damn right he ruined those plans!]
When they're obnoxious about it.
[hint hint. he pauses when the glass swings towards him, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the offer. come on. does dabi really think he can keep getting away with this kind of bullshit? that 'command' doesn't go over well either.]
You... [as much as he wants to snap at dabi not to order him around, he's also aware this is a very thin line both of them are toeing. and like it or not, he needs the aid. this man is from his own world. with a snarl, he swipes the drink from the villain's hand. there's something in it. he knows that. alcohol, a drug, anything to make this a bad idea. but dabi says we'll go. if looks could kill, this stitch bitch would be six feet under.
last chance. bakugo glances at the bartender.] Two glasses of water.
[he'll drink, but first, he's gonna be a goody-two-shoes prick about it. meaning one glass of water down the hatch, then the drink-] CUGH! [-he coughs hard and brief, eyes widening and head ducking a bit as his throat works the drink down. he's had sports drinks before, soda, even some cider, but whatever the fuck that was is only somewhat similar. it burns and hits with an impact he can't describe. maybe chugging it wasn't the greatest idea... at least there's a pool of water in there to dilute it?! hopefully?!]
I'm not stealing shit! Go to a store, buy something like a decent person, and I'll pay you back! [does he have to spell this out for him?! it's his first day here; he's not going to turn into a damn criminal. and the second glass of water. it hurts to tank it down, he's gonna piss hard later, but damn if he's not gonna dilute the bar drink as best he can.] I'm not scared of those bastard!