What the hell are you doing?! [Why is he looking all over the place like a frantic rat when he just told his stupid face those things aren't here?! Bakugo grabs a hem of his robe and yanks it, checking the material. Cheap despite it's gaudy nature. Great. And he blew up the majority of the trailer itself. Leaving Yato to rummage, he heads for the closet and yanks the door open. Time to see if anything survived the blast...
Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
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Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.