[All he receives in return is a chaste "hmph" and glowering at the dice. It's not the worst combination; considering what's available, more embarrassing things are possible.]
I know how gambling works. This place is the problem.
[Living in a world obsessed with luxury, sex, and bonds, exclusive of whatever people might feel about that combination. They don't have much choice, albeit an illusion of it with some wriggle room for the stubborn and petulant. Bakugo's left occasionally wondering how his classmates or teachers might react to being here. Midnight-sensei would likely find it quite amusing, minus the kidnapping part. Aizawa would hate it. He hopes he never sees any of them captured within the cage.
Dull scuffing of wood over fabric breaks his thoughts and Bakugo glances up at the man across from him. Right. Unless they wanna lean across the table like some secret-sharing middle schoolers... He pushes himself up with a huff and rounds the table while Kizuna plays with his hair. Baring an ear amid a backdrop of clinks and twinkling chains.]
Huh, they don't look like spiral bound notebooks.
[Mild taunting over the sheer gaudy around the man's neck compared to only a single steel-hued ring in the one. Bakugo plants a hand on the table to brace as he leans forward, eyes closing in a casual i'm too cool expression, and captures the man's upper shell between his teeth. Yeah, the dice say bite it, but... knowing this place, he lingers on the captured flesh, and runs the tip of his tongue across it. Enough to make the nerves buzz. Then opens his mouth and blows a short, soft, cool breath though pursed lips as added "oomph" to the whole thing.]
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I know how gambling works. This place is the problem.
[Living in a world obsessed with luxury, sex, and bonds, exclusive of whatever people might feel about that combination. They don't have much choice, albeit an illusion of it with some wriggle room for the stubborn and petulant. Bakugo's left occasionally wondering how his classmates or teachers might react to being here. Midnight-sensei would likely find it quite amusing, minus the kidnapping part. Aizawa would hate it. He hopes he never sees any of them captured within the cage.
Dull scuffing of wood over fabric breaks his thoughts and Bakugo glances up at the man across from him. Right. Unless they wanna lean across the table like some secret-sharing middle schoolers... He pushes himself up with a huff and rounds the table while Kizuna plays with his hair. Baring an ear amid a backdrop of clinks and twinkling chains.]
Huh, they don't look like spiral bound notebooks.
[Mild taunting over the sheer gaudy around the man's neck compared to only a single steel-hued ring in the one. Bakugo plants a hand on the table to brace as he leans forward, eyes closing in a casual
i'm too coolexpression, and captures the man's upper shell between his teeth. Yeah, the dice say bite it, but... knowing this place, he lingers on the captured flesh, and runs the tip of his tongue across it. Enough to make the nerves buzz. Then opens his mouth and blows a short, soft, cool breath though pursed lips as added "oomph" to the whole thing.]