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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ wow, the pinnacle of tender morning afters. nehan's brow hops up in surprise, sleepy and slow until this very moment when, of all things, survival instinct kicks in, but he still only leans away from the harsh crackle of a miniature explosion, the heat puffing out even when it's caged behind fingers.
a surprise, to be sure. an overreaction, perhaps. but he's not unfamiliar with powers, not so cowed that he'll relinquish the very warm covers to this brat. ]
...Some sort of fire magic?
[ don't threaten him with a good time (death). ]
Nevermind. Don't answer that. [ he doesn't care to know, actually? get out of his house. ] Instead, tell me why you're threatening me when you're the one crawling into stranger's beds. [ that is not what happened. ]
honestly loving the idea of "trunk" being a verb now...
[normally bakugo's an early riser. stalks off to his room around 9, asleep by 10, and wakes around 5:30 for his morning exercise or jog. he likes to keep his schedule. doesn't mean he's a morning person by any means. talking to him before he's awake and comfortable usually gets a cranky explosion all the same. now add a headache to that...
bakugo drops his hand to the bed again, smoke drifting up from his fingers as if that'll put an end to any incessant prodding with a damn icy pack. seems content his display shut the bed invader up and he can get back to-
... oh my god shut the fuck up why are you still talking to him!?
glaring. at. the wall.]
Cause you shoved a freezing chunk of ice on my face and woke me up.
[let him come around to the bed part later. once he's more alert and can realize this is indeed his own room. or not.]
[ mornings are struggle enough without... this. whatever this is. an angry stranger with magical powers who looks to be feeling as horrible and hungover as he is. nehan has no idea whether this person is genuinely volatile, or just ill-tempered, though his tone is too flat to read as self-preservation either way. ]
Sorry, should I let you keep snoozing?
[ he also is not enjoying this, for the record? damn.
but in some cases, it's easier to just give way. he sighs and shuffles towards the edge of the bed to put the water bottle away, looking over the other 'goods' they've been left with, reaching for his eyepatch first. ]
[should've? yes. bakugo grumbles before resigning himself to wake and rolls over onto his back. sheets scuff against his chest and stomach as he sits up, settling around his hips. one hand goes to the side of his head, rubbing at his temple and above his ear. right, right. he's up. no more sleeping. now he has to deal with a shitty headache and a stranger in his bed.]
This shitty place dumps people into bed together a lot.
[he was alarmed enough to try and pop the guy with an explosion earlier. then got over it. bakugo drapes an arm across his shins and looks at the man's back and the basket in front of him.]
Tch, the hell's that? Was it here when you woke up? [he extends his arm as nehan moves the bottle.] Oy, gimme that.
[ correct, he is not keen to let anyone sleep in. there's no way he's falling back into bed, so this is simply how it has to be now. he's still groggy and slow with his hangover though, affixing his eyepatch for a second longer before staring flatly at his 'roommate.' ]
So now you want it.
[ nevermind that it's nehan's fault for harassing him with a water bottle to the face. either way, he grabs it and tosses it lightly over without any other fuss. ]
There's food too. [ ignores the more suggestive gifts they've been left. ] I'm going to look for medicine in a minute.
[bakugo narrows his eyes in response to that flat expression aimed at him. not even gonna repeat it, only give his fingers a small stretch splay to indicate he isn't changing his mind. this guy put that bottle to his face in the first place! he can demand it when he wants it! sheesh. could've left it on the bed or something...]
There's medicine in the bathroom behind the mirror. [unless there's something for headaches and other aches in the basket. bakugo catches the bottle, uncaps it with a twist, and chugs half of it in one go. nope, more than half. the whole damn thing, throat flexing and dipping with each swallow as he sucks the liquid down.]
GUH! [sounds like he came back up from near drowning. whoa, that's a rush. it's not gonna make him puke (that'd require salt) but hopefully it'd work some kind of diluting.] I haven't seen you around. You new?
[ cantankerous fellow. not that nehan has any room to talk—now that he's got the momentum to actually push himself out of bed, he doesn't seem all too affected. mercifully, his crutch is still angled against the bedframe to find, and he creaks up onto his own two feet to find something to fight off this headache while his companion apparently tries to drown himself. makes sense. dry mouth, dehydration, sour mood—all clear signs of sleep deprivation and hangover. sounds like no one's come away from this party unscathed.
it's not a massive room, and he can still hear the questioning while he shuffles off to check that medicine cabinet. ]
Guess I am. [ though by the nonchalance, it sounds like he's accepted the circumstances by now, at least by surface-level standards. there's the sound of the mirror popping outward, the rattle of pill bottles. ] Describe how you're feeling.
[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.
...I'm sure someone's pointed out to you how crass you are already.
[ surely people have tried already. seems a fruitless endeavor. he still doesn't hurry as he looks through the various medications, most of which are for more intimate purposes. with the rattle of a few bottles though, he slips a few harmless prescriptions into his pants pocket—he does, by the grace of the golden peacock gods, have some pajama bottoms—limping back out shortly after.
the amenities are modest and the space is tight, but he's lived through worse. also, he doesn't plan to stick around much past recovering. he waves his 'companion' off as he passes, like they're just begrudging roommates. ]
All yours. [ meanwhile, he's going to the kitchen for the kettle. ] Bring the food to the kitchen when you're done.
[ it's all set up to eat a cozy breakfast in bed together, but he's not here for it. ]
[tried and failed. his own mentor tried for an entire week to turn him into what sort of hero he thought bakugo should be. not the kind of person his intern was. news flash: it didn't work. both of them ended that week frustrated. crossed arms over his chest, fingers drumming on a hard bicep, the hero eyes his companion when he emerges from the bathroom. a quick once on instinct and he narrows his eyes at nehan.]
What's wrong with your leg?
[he didn't bang it getting out of bed; bakugo was awake the entire time for that. plenty of people gripe about the rank 2 rooms, some about the rank 3, but he's found them to be at least livable if you take care of them. it's not luxury, but it's not a dump either. and passes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot.]
Don't order me around!
[yelled from the bathroom. meaning three minutes later, face and hands scrubbed to fresh up some, bakugo heads into the kitchen with the tray balanced on one hand like a server.]
[ yeah, confirmed as incorrigible. but for a guy who makes so much noise and fuss, he does go along with nonsense from a stranger, still bringing over breakfast. meanwhile, nehan's busy rifling through the cabinets, with the hot water hissing out in a gentle whistle from the kettle. it's almost domestic, if not for what he says, deliberately oversharing in the most casual affect possible. ]
I got shot. It's just like that now. Nothing to do with anything here.
[ he doesn't sound fussed; his crutch will turn up somewhere within the shuffle of rooms. in the meantime, he takes out a tin of tea leaves and sniffs it delicately. ]
Anyway, thanks. But can you do anything without complaining first?
[he's not gonna leave the damn food on the bed to go to waste. the hotel provided it to them, and while he's not entirely trusting it to be benign, what's the worst that can happen? sex, not death. bakugo sets the tray down on the counter, having tied the sheet around his waist to form a neat makeshift sarong for decency. he glances at the man's leg again. past wound, huh.
leaving it at that, he gathers a few plates from the cabinet overhead, and begins working on dividing up the joint breakfast provided by the hotel. sure it's suggesting them to share the fancy pot of rich oatmeal, fork either end of an omelette, play the pocky game with bacon strips, and whatever the hell you do with the muffins. bakugo's not having it.
nehan's making tea, and he's not gonna stand around doing nothing.]
I could shut you up.
[and tosses a muffin in the air before catching it with an insinuating side snap of his hand. cram this right into that mouth over there...]
[ it's both being more productive than two antagonistic strangers who woke up together strictly need to be, but walking around helps make him feel less like he's collapsing in on himself from his hangover.
in the meantime, he's settled on some blend of two tea tins, measuring it out into steepers with an almost careless ease. ]
Wait until I'm not handling a pot of boiling water.
[ if he's going to try and suffocate him with a muffin, at least do it after the burn risk is out of range. he pours out the tea into two mismatched, hotel-branded mugs, then slowly eases himself down into a chair, using the table to brace his weight. ]
[the quick refresh in the bathroom helped somewhat. no as much as a good shower would've. getting some food in his stomach and some medicine in his head to clear up the rest is more important. he glances at the other man occasionally, watching the almost unconscious effortlessness he takes in doling out the tea. probably one of those cultured people with a tea obsession...]
Tch. Come get your plate.
[he'll avoid any risks of getting boiling water dumped on him, thanks. setting the plates on either side of the small table they're intended to share, he hooks a foot round the leg of a chair and pulls it out before sitting down. taking the mug to his mouth, a few breaths blow its steamy surface to the rims. not gonna cool it off that much, but it helps.]
Guh! [it tastes disgusting!] What'd you put in this, leaf litter?!
[or does he ascribe to "it tastes wretched = it's good for you" cooking?]
[ Breakfast and a nice little beverage. Except this isn't supposed to replace a tasty cup of coffee or juice. He lifts his mug, speaking at the rim of it and not bothering to hide the faintest trace of amusement at his breakfast companion's reaction. ]
...Most tea is "leaf litter."
[ Most of the patients he sees are kids, and they'll get candy to go along with it, but everyone else will simply have to deal with the bitterness. He rattles off an explanation, textbook. ]
You don't have this for the flavor. It calms the stomach, and helps reduce absorption of certain substances... like, say, alcohol. I don't know if drinking is what got us here, after all.
[ Because he doesn't remember. And it's better to deal with all that before taking any meds. ]
[Bakugo jerks his head back and holds the cup away from him as if it's a personal offense. Lips curled in a sneer of disgust, red eyes wary about even bringing that piss to his mouth again.]
You could've said something about it being medical! [Gross. At least he wouldn't have taken it in expecting the usual mellow soothe of a normal breakfast tea. Bakugo tilts the cup again and takes another testing sip of bitterness. Guh, like drinking a fucking forest puddle.]
They don't collect tea leaves from the ground, idiot. [Definitely not leaf litter. Even if ol' Mutt Ears is technically right in one view. Leaving that on the table, Bakugo returns to his omelette half to try and cleanse his tongue and knock off the headache threatening his mush behind his eyes.]
Tch, I'm not some drunk dumbass. Blame the shitty resort for dumping us in bed together. It does that. [Fair warning as he crunches into some toast.]
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perfectly valid, trunks him repeatedly
a surprise, to be sure. an overreaction, perhaps. but he's not unfamiliar with powers, not so cowed that he'll relinquish the very warm covers to this brat. ]
...Some sort of fire magic?
[ don't threaten him with a good time (death). ]
Nevermind. Don't answer that. [ he doesn't care to know, actually? get out of his house. ] Instead, tell me why you're threatening me when you're the one crawling into stranger's beds. [ that is not what happened. ]
honestly loving the idea of "trunk" being a verb now...
bakugo drops his hand to the bed again, smoke drifting up from his fingers as if that'll put an end to any incessant prodding with a damn icy pack. seems content his display shut the bed invader up and he can get back to-
... oh my god shut the fuck up why are you still talking to him!?
glaring. at. the wall.]
Cause you shoved a freezing chunk of ice on my face and woke me up.
[let him come around to the bed part later. once he's more alert and can realize this is indeed his own room. or not.]
it may as well be
Sorry, should I let you keep snoozing?
[ he also is not enjoying this, for the record? damn.
but in some cases, it's easier to just give way. he sighs and shuffles towards the edge of the bed to put the water bottle away, looking over the other 'goods' they've been left with, reaching for his eyepatch first. ]
Aren't you alarmed? [ shouldn't they both be? ]
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[should've? yes. bakugo grumbles before resigning himself to wake and rolls over onto his back. sheets scuff against his chest and stomach as he sits up, settling around his hips. one hand goes to the side of his head, rubbing at his temple and above his ear. right, right. he's up. no more sleeping. now he has to deal with a shitty headache and a stranger in his bed.]
This shitty place dumps people into bed together a lot.
[he was alarmed enough to try and pop the guy with an explosion earlier. then got over it. bakugo drapes an arm across his shins and looks at the man's back and the basket in front of him.]
Tch, the hell's that? Was it here when you woke up? [he extends his arm as nehan moves the bottle.] Oy, gimme that.
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So now you want it.
[ nevermind that it's nehan's fault for harassing him with a water bottle to the face. either way, he grabs it and tosses it lightly over without any other fuss. ]
There's food too. [ ignores the more suggestive gifts they've been left. ] I'm going to look for medicine in a minute.
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There's medicine in the bathroom behind the mirror. [unless there's something for headaches and other aches in the basket. bakugo catches the bottle, uncaps it with a twist, and chugs half of it in one go. nope, more than half. the whole damn thing, throat flexing and dipping with each swallow as he sucks the liquid down.]
GUH! [sounds like he came back up from near drowning. whoa, that's a rush. it's not gonna make him puke (that'd require salt) but hopefully it'd work some kind of diluting.] I haven't seen you around. You new?
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it's not a massive room, and he can still hear the questioning while he shuffles off to check that medicine cabinet. ]
Guess I am. [ though by the nonchalance, it sounds like he's accepted the circumstances by now, at least by surface-level standards. there's the sound of the mirror popping outward, the rattle of pill bottles. ] Describe how you're feeling.
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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.]
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...I'm sure someone's pointed out to you how crass you are already.
[ surely people have tried already. seems a fruitless endeavor. he still doesn't hurry as he looks through the various medications, most of which are for more intimate purposes. with the rattle of a few bottles though, he slips a few harmless prescriptions into his pants pocket—he does, by the grace of the golden peacock gods, have some pajama bottoms—limping back out shortly after.
the amenities are modest and the space is tight, but he's lived through worse. also, he doesn't plan to stick around much past recovering. he waves his 'companion' off as he passes, like they're just begrudging roommates. ]
All yours. [ meanwhile, he's going to the kitchen for the kettle. ] Bring the food to the kitchen when you're done.
[ it's all set up to eat a cozy breakfast in bed together, but he's not here for it. ]
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[tried and failed. his own mentor tried for an entire week to turn him into what sort of hero he thought bakugo should be. not the kind of person his intern was. news flash: it didn't work. both of them ended that week frustrated. crossed arms over his chest, fingers drumming on a hard bicep, the hero eyes his companion when he emerges from the bathroom. a quick once on instinct and he narrows his eyes at nehan.]
What's wrong with your leg?
[he didn't bang it getting out of bed; bakugo was awake the entire time for that. plenty of people gripe about the rank 2 rooms, some about the rank 3, but he's found them to be at least livable if you take care of them. it's not luxury, but it's not a dump either. and passes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot.]
Don't order me around!
[yelled from the bathroom. meaning three minutes later, face and hands scrubbed to fresh up some, bakugo heads into the kitchen with the tray balanced on one hand like a server.]
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I got shot. It's just like that now. Nothing to do with anything here.
[ he doesn't sound fussed; his crutch will turn up somewhere within the shuffle of rooms. in the meantime, he takes out a tin of tea leaves and sniffs it delicately. ]
Anyway, thanks. But can you do anything without complaining first?
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leaving it at that, he gathers a few plates from the cabinet overhead, and begins working on dividing up the joint breakfast provided by the hotel. sure it's suggesting them to share the fancy pot of rich oatmeal, fork either end of an omelette, play the pocky game with bacon strips, and whatever the hell you do with the muffins. bakugo's not having it.
nehan's making tea, and he's not gonna stand around doing nothing.]
I could shut you up.
[and tosses a muffin in the air before catching it with an insinuating side snap of his hand. cram this right into that mouth over there...]
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in the meantime, he's settled on some blend of two tea tins, measuring it out into steepers with an almost careless ease. ]
Wait until I'm not handling a pot of boiling water.
[ if he's going to try and suffocate him with a muffin, at least do it after the burn risk is out of range. he pours out the tea into two mismatched, hotel-branded mugs, then slowly eases himself down into a chair, using the table to brace his weight. ]
Drink that. It'll help.
[ Also, it tastes terrible. ]
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Tch. Come get your plate.
[he'll avoid any risks of getting boiling water dumped on him, thanks. setting the plates on either side of the small table they're intended to share, he hooks a foot round the leg of a chair and pulls it out before sitting down. taking the mug to his mouth, a few breaths blow its steamy surface to the rims. not gonna cool it off that much, but it helps.]
Guh! [it tastes disgusting!] What'd you put in this, leaf litter?!
[or does he ascribe to "it tastes wretched = it's good for you" cooking?]
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...Most tea is "leaf litter."
[ Most of the patients he sees are kids, and they'll get candy to go along with it, but everyone else will simply have to deal with the bitterness. He rattles off an explanation, textbook. ]
You don't have this for the flavor. It calms the stomach, and helps reduce absorption of certain substances... like, say, alcohol. I don't know if drinking is what got us here, after all.
[ Because he doesn't remember. And it's better to deal with all that before taking any meds. ]
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You could've said something about it being medical! [Gross. At least he wouldn't have taken it in expecting the usual mellow soothe of a normal breakfast tea. Bakugo tilts the cup again and takes another testing sip of bitterness. Guh, like drinking a fucking forest puddle.]
They don't collect tea leaves from the ground, idiot. [Definitely not leaf litter. Even if ol' Mutt Ears is technically right in one view. Leaving that on the table, Bakugo returns to his omelette half to try and cleanse his tongue and knock off the headache threatening his mush behind his eyes.]
Tch, I'm not some drunk dumbass. Blame the shitty resort for dumping us in bed together. It does that. [Fair warning as he crunches into some toast.]