[Met with Bakugo's yanking, Charlie's arm tenses - nearly truly choking the boy for a moment before he realizes what he's trying to do. Reposition, not explode... tension fades only in small measure as Charlie adjusts as guided, his fingers coiling in Bakugo's shirt.
Dress shoes may not be the most comfortable with their rigid heels digging into Bakugo's hips, but unless he's physically redirected again, Charlie keeps his feet tangled where they are.
Not great for Bakugo's mobility, but he's not falling off!
Hell, he needs the uncanny grip to stay on with how Bakugo is flinging them both around. Were it not for the heat of the fire bursting behind him, he might notice how often they're upside down or changing direction - as he is, still tucked close, Charlie only registers that they're in motion.
And, of course, he can hear Bakugo's argument. Thanks for being loud, he loves to bicker!] I don't know where OUT is! And now you're stuck with me, because I can't go anywhere by myself! [Why is that? It doesn't occur to him to reflect... maybe his bad sense of direction? Dude it's the powder.]
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Dress shoes may not be the most comfortable with their rigid heels digging into Bakugo's hips, but unless he's physically redirected again, Charlie keeps his feet tangled where they are.
Not great for Bakugo's mobility, but he's not falling off!
Hell, he needs the uncanny grip to stay on with how Bakugo is flinging them both around. Were it not for the heat of the fire bursting behind him, he might notice how often they're upside down or changing direction - as he is, still tucked close, Charlie only registers that they're in motion.
And, of course, he can hear Bakugo's argument. Thanks for being loud, he loves to bicker!] I don't know where OUT is! And now you're stuck with me, because I can't go anywhere by myself! [Why is that? It doesn't occur to him to reflect... maybe his bad sense of direction?
Dude it's the powder.]