[later on there's going to be headless statues running around, if that's any interest... not that those are living bodies.

bakugo thinks the guy looks like an onryō of sorts, not really having the image that scream stereotypical vampire. but not a gross onryō, rather the light skin, dark hair, enhanced eyes of a vengeful spirit. his gaunt figure doesn't help things either.]

Don't look down on me! I'm not going to run into this blindly!

[he knows how combat works. rushing forward without a plan or information is stupid and only gives your opponent the advantage. this place is old, smart, and manipulative, and honestly bakugo doesn't even know how he can take down an entire fucking resort. but damn if he's going to roll over and play peaceful here! he'll fight back, whether by looking for ways out or angrily taking part in the game with victory as vengeance.

the "-san" part isn't too surprising. the other guy's name is makoto after all. it's better than "-kun" or "-chan", though don't expect any honorifics from this explosive jerk. he nods at the invitation. good to have someone to discuss these things with.]

I'm not trading you shit. If I want to tell you something, I'll fucking tell you. [this isn't some exchange. he wants to get out of here and withholding information from an ally in that is dumb. while it's annoying to know makoto's kept things to himself, on the other hand, getting overloaded with information would've pissed him off.]

Tch. Ja. [a quick dismissive farewell. it's not the worst first impression.]