[Some people are above the concept of illegal. The royal and wild cards can enjoy their pawns however they wish - rules are for the thrill of the game, not to impede the powerful. To Charlie, the world is always like this, he doesn't have any illusion that the guy behind the proverbial gun is going to play fair.
The guy with the fire-hands, though?
He seems pretty earnest.
With a groan of protest, Charlie rises from the floor of the locker room. His 'hero' could have been more gentle! The complaint remains a silent one only because there are people to see down here; he scans the room with voyeuristic interest. Bakugo's shirt matches the stain across the chest of a guy getting plowed a few benches down.
Huh.]
No, no, don't do that. You just helped me! Let me help you too, eh? [Charlie's massage continues, widening from the small spot at the base of Bakugo's neck to weave fingers into his hair and rub the scalp.] It'll help you wind down... [The massage. And whatever else. Just so long as he can keep his hands on him.]
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The guy with the fire-hands, though?
He seems pretty earnest.
With a groan of protest, Charlie rises from the floor of the locker room. His 'hero' could have been more gentle! The complaint remains a silent one only because there are people to see down here; he scans the room with voyeuristic interest. Bakugo's shirt matches the stain across the chest of a guy getting plowed a few benches down.
Huh.]
No, no, don't do that. You just helped me! Let me help you too, eh? [Charlie's massage continues, widening from the small spot at the base of Bakugo's neck to weave fingers into his hair and rub the scalp.] It'll help you wind down... [The massage. And whatever else. Just so long as he can keep his hands on him.]