Shut up! [Does he want his food or not?! Bakugo's trying to do something nice for him and this guy's calling him names like a petulant child! (Right, cause someone hasn't been calling Yato names this whole time.) He wishes he could tell Yato this is nothing more than a dream. It could be interpreted like that, but he's got plenty confusing topics to get his head around already. Leave that shit for another time.]

If you break it, you're not coming back here. [A growled warning. Considering this was one of the few places staunchly against the hotel's bullshit, losing access to a little slice of reprieve is a crap sentence. Besides, the woman here's trying to make a living; she doesn't need her patrons breaking her restaurant.] Bang your head on the floor if you wanna bust your skull open.

[Table? Hands off! Floor? Go for it! Bakugo's version of caring. Damn, if Yato was going for the pain test, he could've bit his finger or stabbed his hand with a fork... Way easier techniques than headbanging tables. Of course realizing this isn't a dream is gonna make him miserable! Bakugo hated having to accept it himself! Resigned and reluctant and angry.]

"Adjust" is a shitty qualifier. This place still pisses me off. [Adjusting to some things more than others, if at all, is the norm for most people. As for advice, might as well get the banger topic off the table first.] You don't have to fuck everyone you meet like a cheap whore. The hotel keeps you here, but it doesn't "force" you to do shit.

[Those "quotes" are important...]