Che! [Trying to trick him again like this isn't going to work. Kleken can catch the door with his foot or get bumped in the shoulder/leg depending on whichever one he lets drag as they pass through the door. Bakugo doesn't want interlopers either, careful as he walks along the damp floor. Condensation clings to the walls, drips down the surface of rocks and bricks. It's quieter in here, with a few murmurs of conversation becoming white noise in the distant background.]
No shit. You use your illusions to hide your real body. [Bakugo doesn't sound dismissive or angry, but rather intrigued despite his rough voice. He speculates there's some degree of teleportation that enables Kleken to get from one part of his illusion to another. That or he's extremely fast.] No wonder you're an assassin.
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No shit. You use your illusions to hide your real body. [Bakugo doesn't sound dismissive or angry, but rather intrigued despite his rough voice. He speculates there's some degree of teleportation that enables Kleken to get from one part of his illusion to another. That or he's extremely fast.] No wonder you're an assassin.
[A successful one at that. Like octopus mimicry.]