[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
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[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]