[It sounds more and more like the time spent as a statue has no bearing on the person. These people don't even remember what happened as a statue, so how the hell does anyone know whether they were a statue or not?! He scowls at the pieces on the floor, clashing ideas rumbling around in his head.]
He's not going to give you any answers if he wasn't conscious of the time he was gone.
[Bakugo's also had a brief talk with Esikko about the magic imbuing this place. It's weird to think about, but the "magic entity" versus "high tech corporation" is leaning towards the former, as much as he hates to admit it.]
I don't know who the hell that is. [Hiyori has a point though. The staff won't listen to him either due to his rank, even if he threatens to blast their heads through a wall. Usually that gets a retort threat for law enforcement and he has to back down and leave with a snarl. The other option is to just take some parts, like the head, but does he really want to come to the place and find a disembodied head bleeding out on the floor?] I'll take care of it.
[If anything, it'll make a good workout and he can tell Hiyori where he stashed the pieces later. (He's thinking about putting it in a car in the garage, since nothing happens there.) But getting a wheelbarrow isn't a bad idea.]
Urusei. [Hiyori better not be talking about "the most" he's heard Bakugo say so far! He's not going to run a garrulous description of each of them! This guy asked for something and he gave it! If he can't pick out a familiarity with that, he hasn't met any of them. Except the last one... who had the most generic physical description at least. Bleh.]
I just got here! How the hell would I be at a Magic Showcase!? [He never heard of one at least? Not that he wants to be invited to a magic show run by that guy. Bakugo's still adjusting to the idea of them being here. As for the last part, only an irritated scoff kicks off the words.]
I'm the furthest along from my timeline out of the five of us and none of them said shit about getting dragged into some fucking sex hotel back home. [And if such a thing had happened, surely Endeavor of Hawks would have mentioned it to someone, considering the work they'd been doing at the time and the people they worked with. Yet none of them said anything.] I don't think "we" matter to the "us" back home.
[They're literally copies of themselves sucked out of their timelines for this damn place's entertainment.]
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He's not going to give you any answers if he wasn't conscious of the time he was gone.
[Bakugo's also had a brief talk with Esikko about the magic imbuing this place. It's weird to think about, but the "magic entity" versus "high tech corporation" is leaning towards the former, as much as he hates to admit it.]
I don't know who the hell that is. [Hiyori has a point though. The staff won't listen to him either due to his rank, even if he threatens to blast their heads through a wall. Usually that gets a retort threat for law enforcement and he has to back down and leave with a snarl. The other option is to just take some parts, like the head, but does he really want to come to the place and find a disembodied head bleeding out on the floor?] I'll take care of it.
[If anything, it'll make a good workout and he can tell Hiyori where he stashed the pieces later. (He's thinking about putting it in a car in the garage, since nothing happens there.) But getting a wheelbarrow isn't a bad idea.]
Urusei. [Hiyori better not be talking about "the most" he's heard Bakugo say so far! He's not going to run a garrulous description of each of them! This guy asked for something and he gave it! If he can't pick out a familiarity with that, he hasn't met any of them. Except the last one... who had the most generic physical description at least. Bleh.]
I just got here! How the hell would I be at a Magic Showcase!? [He never heard of one at least? Not that he wants to be invited to a magic show run by that guy. Bakugo's still adjusting to the idea of them being here. As for the last part, only an irritated scoff kicks off the words.]
I'm the furthest along from my timeline out of the five of us and none of them said shit about getting dragged into some fucking sex hotel back home. [And if such a thing had happened, surely Endeavor of Hawks would have mentioned it to someone, considering the work they'd been doing at the time and the people they worked with. Yet none of them said anything.] I don't think "we" matter to the "us" back home.
[They're literally copies of themselves sucked out of their timelines for this damn place's entertainment.]