[people piss him off. 100% onus on them. the mattress jostles beneath him as his companion shuffles to the edge, and thank fuck it doesn't feel as if a ship's pitching beneath his legs. bakugo moves towards the other side of the bed rather than stagger out alongside him. legs swing, feet plant, and he pushes himself to stand, one arm grabbing the sheet in afterthought and pulling it around his waist for a quick knotted half-toga of sorts.
this isn't his room, but one of the lower-ranked ones, so he knows where they keep things. most rooms aren't stocked well in the lower floors, but introduction rooms at least give some amenities to give the illusion of equality before dumping people into respective ranks. bastards.]
Haa? [describe it? growling, he pulls one arm over his head and drags it to the side, muscles tensing until his shoulder pops-- or by the sound of it, snaps.] Just a splitting headache. Grab the medicine and beat it; I gotta piss.
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this isn't his room, but one of the lower-ranked ones, so he knows where they keep things. most rooms aren't stocked well in the lower floors, but introduction rooms at least give some amenities to give the illusion of equality before dumping people into respective ranks. bastards.]
Haa? [describe it? growling, he pulls one arm over his head and drags it to the side, muscles tensing until his shoulder pops-- or by the sound of it, snaps.] Just a splitting headache. Grab the medicine and beat it; I gotta piss.
[it's morning.]