[Yes to both - as usual for Charlie. Complaining is a love language!
Everything Charlie says is met with vitriolic rejection. Getting anywhere with this guy could feel hopeless, but Bakugo is his favorite kind of asshole. He raises his eyebrows and stares, accusatory, when the guy asks how the hell this all was his fault-
As if the answer is obvious.
But it'll be easier to argue when they're not playing slap-hands as sitting targets. Charlie climbs onto Bakugo's back gracelessly. His arms wrap around the boy's neck, putting all of his weight on firm shoulders to wrap his legs around his waist. Much like his grip on his wrist, Charlie's hold is firm - more so than a guy of his stature should possess.
What he also possesses is basic foresight. Now that he's latched on, the fire is going to resume. Charlie tucks his head into the crook of Bakugo's neck, cold skin and hair thick with product smashed into warm, sweaty skin. He can't watch more explosions, he'll end up detaching and scrambling away.]
I'm on! Don't you fuckin dare let me get shot again. If you fuck up again, it's your turn! [Demands all muffled by yelling into the guy's neck.]
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Everything Charlie says is met with vitriolic rejection. Getting anywhere with this guy could feel hopeless, but Bakugo is his favorite kind of asshole. He raises his eyebrows and stares, accusatory, when the guy asks how the hell this all was his fault-
As if the answer is obvious.
But it'll be easier to argue when they're not playing slap-hands as sitting targets. Charlie climbs onto Bakugo's back gracelessly. His arms wrap around the boy's neck, putting all of his weight on firm shoulders to wrap his legs around his waist. Much like his grip on his wrist, Charlie's hold is firm - more so than a guy of his stature should possess.
What he also possesses is basic foresight. Now that he's latched on, the fire is going to resume. Charlie tucks his head into the crook of Bakugo's neck, cold skin and hair thick with product smashed into warm, sweaty skin. He can't watch more explosions, he'll end up detaching and scrambling away.]
I'm on! Don't you fuckin dare let me get shot again. If you fuck up again, it's your turn! [Demands all muffled by yelling into the guy's neck.]