[uncomfortable, irritated, tie's too tight, pants feel too crisp, and the damn belt's digging into his hipbones. nary is he out of sight from the entry way does bakugo notch a finger under the tie and yank it loose from his throat. a quick pull of his head and tensing of his neck braces the column as he drags the item away completely. he rolls it up and stuffs its entirety into his pocket. feels better, like he can breathe again, once he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt and pulls the dress jacket open. pants adjusted enough the belt's no longer cutting into his pelvis and he heads into the casino proper in a more comfortable version of the previous suit.
no one who knows him would call him a wallflower, permanent scowl etched on his face, red eyes narrowed in a glare roving across slot machines, roulette tables, prize wheels, and card games. antisocial? definitely peeling off from the main hub and taking up nest on the curved side of a bar. bad enough they dragged him and everyone else into this shitshow; now they're supposed to be stuck here for an entire week without break. tch, yeah right. he'll watch them try to keep him here when he's good and ready to go.
he's gone through buildings and leagues before.
a clatter of cardboard box interrupts his thoughts and he glances askew to the guy sliding into the seat nearby. dark hair, light skin, the hell's up with that topknot? ... che, looks like someone ran afoul of the wheel of fortune they call roulette. given the space put between toy and owner, bakugo clocks him for adverse to it. good, a sane person. throwing down a glass of alcohol like it's apple juice.]
You're gonna care as soon as those hours are up. [he snorts in annoyance before bringing his bottled water to his lips.] A suit activation's a fucking pain in the ass.
ii. RABBIT ROULETTE.
no one who knows him would call him a wallflower, permanent scowl etched on his face, red eyes narrowed in a glare roving across slot machines, roulette tables, prize wheels, and card games. antisocial? definitely peeling off from the main hub and taking up nest on the curved side of a bar. bad enough they dragged him and everyone else into this shitshow; now they're supposed to be stuck here for an entire week without break. tch, yeah right. he'll watch them try to keep him here when he's good and ready to go.
he's gone through buildings and leagues before.
a clatter of cardboard box interrupts his thoughts and he glances askew to the guy sliding into the seat nearby. dark hair, light skin, the hell's up with that topknot? ... che, looks like someone ran afoul of the wheel of fortune they call roulette. given the space put between toy and owner, bakugo clocks him for adverse to it. good, a sane person. throwing down a glass of alcohol like it's apple juice.]
You're gonna care as soon as those hours are up. [he snorts in annoyance before bringing his bottled water to his lips.] A suit activation's a fucking pain in the ass.