[It feels weird to sit here in his clothes, but he's not about to straight up strip down in front of the other man. Bakugo sinks into the pool up to his shoulders, watching Kleken adjust to the temperature and wetness. Good. He's not that damaged. Satisfied the man's fine, he goes underwater to scuff at his hair and wipe at his face to get the grime off. They better clean these pools or have some kind of chemical or "magic" in here to do it.

Bakugo comes back up for air after a minute, only head and neck exposed within the cooling water. He looks around the area to get a better feel of it since his attention's not laser focused on Kleken for now. The moist walls and dim lights belie a surprisingly clean area, without any dank air or algae on the walls.]

Tch. You better. I'm not carting your carcass to the doctors. [He would if it happened. Not sure how "death" even works in this place, asides from a few people saying "you just come back" and that's it. He glances over as Kleken starts stripping down.

Oh.] Are you some kind of octopus demon or do you naturally have those?