[What happened to that oh-so-impressed icon a few seconds ago?! No, the resort's not magicking up a real dragon. That would be weird. After all the shit it's done, turning someone into a mythical creature is past some kind of ironic limit.
But Bakugo's not thinking of limits right now; his attention's squarely locked onto Hiyori in front of him, seeing him through the yellow lens of his dragon-head helm. Currently suspended within the animatronic on his own level, he can half-operate the machine himself. Lowering its head, peering at Hiyori with interested husking breaths of hot steamy air. And rather enjoying the view himself, completely caught up in his role as Dragon Lord. Maybe Hiyori shouldn't have taunted the explosive ruler to show him everything. Feeling some regret? Too bad. A dragon's licking its fanged maw and threatening to eat the model up.
Too bad Bakugo can't see the stagehand; they would've had to cut there since Bakugo would've laughed his damn head off.]
You stay out of this, peon! [He might not be able to see the stagehand, but whoever is doing whatever they're doing out of sight is taking Hiyori's attention away from him, and he isn't having it! One of the dragon's legs lifts, slower than a natural dragon, obviously, and reaches forward, a sharp claw gleaming in the air as it aims the tip towards the idol's waist.] Did you forget how?
[Before he can set that claw to Hiyori's skin, the idol bursts out with a flagrant, ostentatious warning. Even the dragon seems to pause at his audacity. For a few seconds, quiet... but then a barked laugh slices through its maw, gleaming with saliva (which is definitely actually lube).] As if some damn textbook knows more than a real dragon. You idiot.
[Then lunges forward, intending to pin Hiyori beneath him.]
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But Bakugo's not thinking of limits right now; his attention's squarely locked onto Hiyori in front of him, seeing him through the yellow lens of his dragon-head helm. Currently suspended within the animatronic on his own level, he can half-operate the machine himself. Lowering its head, peering at Hiyori with interested husking breaths of hot steamy air. And rather enjoying the view himself, completely caught up in his role as Dragon Lord. Maybe Hiyori shouldn't have taunted the explosive ruler to show him everything. Feeling some regret? Too bad. A dragon's licking its fanged maw and threatening to eat the model up.
Too bad Bakugo can't see the stagehand; they would've had to cut there since Bakugo would've laughed his damn head off.]
You stay out of this, peon! [He might not be able to see the stagehand, but whoever is doing whatever they're doing out of sight is taking Hiyori's attention away from him, and he isn't having it! One of the dragon's legs lifts, slower than a natural dragon, obviously, and reaches forward, a sharp claw gleaming in the air as it aims the tip towards the idol's waist.] Did you forget how?
[Before he can set that claw to Hiyori's skin, the idol bursts out with a flagrant, ostentatious warning. Even the dragon seems to pause at his audacity. For a few seconds, quiet... but then a barked laugh slices through its maw, gleaming with saliva (which is definitely actually lube).] As if some damn textbook knows more than a real dragon. You idiot.
[Then lunges forward, intending to pin Hiyori beneath him.]