[His arm against the guy's chest doubles as a way to check on his breathing and heart rate. If that stature choked him to blackout, he's gonna have to deal with waking him up too. Lucky for him, that's not the case. Shallow breathing, racing heart rate, gulping in air, but otherwise still conscious and okay. Joshua's going to have some bruising around his neck at worst.
Bakugo keeps an eye on the statue, half expecting it to fuse back together and come after the newbie against. He'll have to shatter it into fucking gravel to deal with that. But none of the pieces even quiver, only that soft ominous whisper ghosting from the freezing lips before the statue seems to lose all sense of life. What the hell does that mean? It sounded longing... He shoves the thought out of his mind. Pay attention to the flesh and blood beside him first.
They can deal with statue talk later. There's enough temptations and emotional trappings in the resort, trying to indulge people in fantasy or play on their emotions to fix their interactions in the way the perverts running this place want to see. That's Bakugo's thoughts about it at least.]
Who the fuck knows? The same way it could move. Don't talk until your throat stops hurting. [No point in damaging a potentially-crushed windpipe.]
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Bakugo keeps an eye on the statue, half expecting it to fuse back together and come after the newbie against. He'll have to shatter it into fucking gravel to deal with that. But none of the pieces even quiver, only that soft ominous whisper ghosting from the freezing lips before the statue seems to lose all sense of life. What the hell does that mean? It sounded longing... He shoves the thought out of his mind. Pay attention to the flesh and blood beside him first.
They can deal with statue talk later. There's enough temptations and emotional trappings in the resort, trying to indulge people in fantasy or play on their emotions to fix their interactions in the way the perverts running this place want to see. That's Bakugo's thoughts about it at least.]
Who the fuck knows? The same way it could move. Don't talk until your throat stops hurting. [No point in damaging a potentially-crushed windpipe.]