[There's more important topics on the table than bitching about mundane stuff. Besides, he doesn't need people seeing him sitting here with a guy banging his head on the table like an mental patient. (Doesn't want Yato getting a concussion either and having to drag his ass to the medical wing.) So fucking considerate.]

I'll blow it off your fucking neck. [Vicious. With the headbanging gone, Bakugo leans back in the booth and pulls one arm across his chest to stretch his shoulder. Losing access to the Red Cardinal would be a horrid sentence to anyone's sanity if they use the place as a sanctuary from the resort. (Bakugo is not "chill" with these things when they happen.)

Good, Yato caught the emphasis.] Aa. If you don't play its stupid game for a while, it fucks with your body, mind, and feelings. It tries to make you feel miserable until you give in. [Keeping that vague since the suits have different affects.] If you refuse long enough, you'll turn to stone.