[ And there it is, the word that confirms his suspicions. 'Quirks.' It's such a strange and specific term for superpowers that he can't imagine two separate worlds with heroes and villains both using it. So -- this kid's probably from the same place as Dabi and his allies, then? Ugh. Maybe that's bad. Maybe it's dangerous. Maybe he should ask about that, later.
Later, though! For now, he's jolted out of those grim thoughts by the threat of getting dropped. Fuuta promptly gives a nervous squirm, and -- sorry Bakugou, but you played yourself -- tightens the squeeze of his arms around Bakugou's neck in hopes of saving himself if the guy does try to drop him. ]
No! Are you insane?! [ It's barked nervously even as he tugs himself up a little closer against Bakugou's chest. Is it embarrassing? Yes. But it's still preferable to the prospect of getting dumped on the floor, and this kid seems like the type who'd actually pull some shitty move like that, so. ] You know, even doctors have to worry about a thing called 'bedside manner.' If you're really serious about being a superhero that's supposed to be helping people, you should probably work on that attitude of yours, or you're going to get sued out the ass someday.
[ Bitch bitch bitch, gripe gripe gripe. Though he's also sure he has a salient point to make, in this case. What kind of hero acts this shitty towards everyone? ]
... 'sides, you know you're not that special here, right. Practically everyone here seems to have some sort of special bullshit they can do. Magic, or whatever.
[ He can't help sounding ... just a little bitter as he says that last part. Most of the time, he's resigned himself to being the sole normal human stuck in this madhouse. But sometimes, like now, it does rankle at him, feeling so powerless and weak in comparison to everyone. ]
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Later, though! For now, he's jolted out of those grim thoughts by the threat of getting dropped. Fuuta promptly gives a nervous squirm, and -- sorry Bakugou, but you played yourself -- tightens the squeeze of his arms around Bakugou's neck in hopes of saving himself if the guy does try to drop him. ]
No! Are you insane?! [ It's barked nervously even as he tugs himself up a little closer against Bakugou's chest. Is it embarrassing? Yes. But it's still preferable to the prospect of getting dumped on the floor, and this kid seems like the type who'd actually pull some shitty move like that, so. ] You know, even doctors have to worry about a thing called 'bedside manner.' If you're really serious about being a superhero that's supposed to be helping people, you should probably work on that attitude of yours, or you're going to get sued out the ass someday.
[ Bitch bitch bitch, gripe gripe gripe. Though he's also sure he has a salient point to make, in this case. What kind of hero acts this shitty towards everyone? ]
... 'sides, you know you're not that special here, right. Practically everyone here seems to have some sort of special bullshit they can do. Magic, or whatever.
[ He can't help sounding ... just a little bitter as he says that last part. Most of the time, he's resigned himself to being the sole normal human stuck in this madhouse. But sometimes, like now, it does rankle at him, feeling so powerless and weak in comparison to everyone. ]