( a repetition that isn't necessary, and it's not for bakugou's benefit, or even his own. rather, it's said with a dramatic wheeze of breath, as he whips around to turn back towards the bartender, as though to ensure that he wasn't the only person that heard it. thing is, she's off tending to another two customers off to the side, so he's left with less of an audience than he would have liked; it doesn't do anything for the slow curl of a grin on his lips as he turns back.
another haunting echo-- )
Nowhere public, huh. Ashamed to fuck around with someone like me, huh. I get it.
( another pinched sort of grin--he takes another swallow of the drink, languid, like he's in no rush to finish it, no rush to get through to the end, or cut to the chase. )
Gonna ruin all your pretty little hero morals with this one, yeah? Oh, if only you knew.
( it's not like the kid's hooking up with shigaraki, or compress, as though they represent two opposite ends of the same spectrum: something a little closer to the image of evil, maybe, something a little closer to the image of a plain criminal. it's hard to say where bakugou's head is at, but even harder to say what his head contains; he's not entirely sure of where he's from, what's happened, what he knows, what he doesn't. it's not the time to try to suss that out by sharing barbs back and forth, trying to parse the truth through the anger.
another tip of the glass back and it's mostly ice--with a breath of irritation, he sets the glass down, pushes away from the bar. )
Alright, somewhere private, then. ( as though relenting, and true to his word, at least, he's casting his gaze out across the beach--and then offers a short nod, tilting his head. the glasses are abandoned, and he's already stalking across the sand, keeping his pace at least slow enough for the command-- ) Follow me.
You got any other rules I need to know about? Spit 'em out now or I'm not listening.
no subject
( a repetition that isn't necessary, and it's not for bakugou's benefit, or even his own. rather, it's said with a dramatic wheeze of breath, as he whips around to turn back towards the bartender, as though to ensure that he wasn't the only person that heard it. thing is, she's off tending to another two customers off to the side, so he's left with less of an audience than he would have liked; it doesn't do anything for the slow curl of a grin on his lips as he turns back.
another haunting echo-- )
Nowhere public, huh. Ashamed to fuck around with someone like me, huh. I get it.
( another pinched sort of grin--he takes another swallow of the drink, languid, like he's in no rush to finish it, no rush to get through to the end, or cut to the chase. )
Gonna ruin all your pretty little hero morals with this one, yeah? Oh, if only you knew.
( it's not like the kid's hooking up with shigaraki, or compress, as though they represent two opposite ends of the same spectrum: something a little closer to the image of evil, maybe, something a little closer to the image of a plain criminal. it's hard to say where bakugou's head is at, but even harder to say what his head contains; he's not entirely sure of where he's from, what's happened, what he knows, what he doesn't. it's not the time to try to suss that out by sharing barbs back and forth, trying to parse the truth through the anger.
another tip of the glass back and it's mostly ice--with a breath of irritation, he sets the glass down, pushes away from the bar. )
Alright, somewhere private, then. ( as though relenting, and true to his word, at least, he's casting his gaze out across the beach--and then offers a short nod, tilting his head. the glasses are abandoned, and he's already stalking across the sand, keeping his pace at least slow enough for the command-- ) Follow me.
You got any other rules I need to know about? Spit 'em out now or I'm not listening.