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❶ [New month, new event. It's like fucking clockwork. Tatami mat flooring pass under his feet as he walks through the halls, hands tucked inside the sleeves of his yukata. Despite the cold weather blowing through the Vale and Gardens, and how the resort keeps the temperatures in some hallways cranked down to absolute zero, he's not surprised this place is greeting newcomers with a warmer atmosphere. Always trying to keep its glossy prison walls as distracting as ever. When was the last time he stayed in a ryokan? They fell out of style in Japan for decades, but came back into vogue before he was born. Memories of a single visit wander through his mind, his mother bellowing for him with her head sticking out of the sliding door. His pace stops beside a similar door, head turned and red eyes gazing silently into the open room. Lost momentarily in nostalgia and memories, he doesn't notice someone coming around the corner or otherwise running smack into him-]
❷ [Birds? Incessant chipping peck through his sleep and pry at his furrowing eyebrows. Fingers dig into the pillow and crush its silky casing in his palm as he hunkers under blankets and better. Go the hell away. He's trying to sleep, dammit! ... Fuck! Muscles coil like a spring as he shoves himself upright, hands cratering mattress and sheet alike, red eyes flashing open and lips bared in a snarl-]
Shut up and die, ya damn feather faces! [Instantly those happy tweets catch a silent spell, probably staring bug-eyed at his window from wherever they're perched. A steaming breath hisses between his teeth as he twists around slowly and drops his ass on the bed, frustrated and groggy from being wrenched awake. One elbow props on his tented knee, fingers buried in his bangs as he rests his forehead on his palm's heel.]
Hn? [Sheets trail from his hips in a downward slope to... another body beside him. God dammit, this fucking bird dropped him into someone's bed again! At the ryokan from the looks of things. Did he wake his new bed partner up?] Oy.
💥 GETTING LUCKY
❶ LUCKY SMALL CHARM [People have often said he's lucky. It's always pissed him off. Wanting to excuse his skill and natural ability as some result of cosmic farce? Hell no! The only "luck" in his life is random chance he's smart enough to capitalize on. This... this crap right here, isn't random chance! Glistening amber syrup crystalized around several golden pieces of burnished yam cling to each other in a figurative daisy chain trailing from the stick. He lifts his arm almost shoulder height by the time those trailing cuts of potato finally stop emerging from the vendor's pot. Jovial congratulations pop from the man behind the counter, patting him on the shoulder, while the blonde in front practically bristles in annoyance.]
How the hell am I supposed to carry this potato fishing line, dammit! [He's been getting "lucky" all day and it's starting to wear on him! Feel like coming to calm him down or help him out with this bonus? You might get lucky too.]
❷ UNLUCKY ATTRACTION [Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turns away from the closed doors. So much for going to lunch at the Red Cardinal. One of the few places in the resort no bullshit happens.] Stop pouting! We'll find another place! [he barks at his companion. He promised to take them to lunch for the day and a closed restaurant isn't going to stop that intention! He shoves his hands into his pockets and abruptly jerks his head to the side with a grunt.]
What the-?! [Metal shot past his head, flying for two seconds beyond him-- a fork from a nearby eatery?! --before curving around and zooming right back towards his face. Is this someone's idea of a joke?! Muscles bunch and he promptly smacks the offending item to the floor. You saw that too, right?]
Who's the dead guy who threw that?! [*whap!* Metal connects with his tricep. A vein almost bursts on his forehead. This... fucking... fork!] Oy! Get the hell off me! [But no matter how hard he pulls, that stupid piece of cutlery remains stubbornly stuck to his arm.]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SHARED SPACES.
💥 ❶ FLIRTY SUSHI JENGA
[Wood touches wood and he claps the chopsticks' end on the block's sides. A quick, sure movement smoothly slips his chosen target from the tower of blocks with a raspy hush. Now free, he tilts it to the side and reads the words emblazoned in the wood. Head cocked, his lips quirk up at the corner and one sharply-angled brow lowers in an arrogant little expression. He's so proud of himself, red eyes flicking up to his opponent.] You're already look like you're gonna piss yourself.
[Are they? Who knows. He sets the block on the table beside his previous one, letting the words face his opposition in case they want to read it: "Reveal a first date dream." He taps the chopstick end on the block for prompting.] Spit it out.
💥 ❷ STRIP PINGPONG
HA! [A resounding crack splits the room as he slams the paddle into the terrified white ball. It screams across the table in a blinding flash, aiming for his opponent's corner. Just in time for them to reach it and send the ball back towards him. Exactly as planned. A scarf and pair of slippers already sit beneath the small seat nearby, two points down, but four more remaining on his body. Clothing wise. He would have more if he wasn't wearing the stupid yukata forced on him! Damn resort. As much as he hates the place, getting lost in the challenge of a good game's a great way to distract himself and find some enjoyment here.
With his victim stuck in a lunge to get that corner shot, he's got full splay to haul his arm back, face split in a vicious grin of pure domination, and smashes the ball right back over the net. *crack!* There goes another one, split down the middle. BUT still broke on his opponent's corner and sailed into the wall behind them.] One more down, baka! Lose the top!
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ BATHS.
💥 ❶ SOAK AWAY STRESS
[Steam licks across his shoulders and arms as he settles deeper within the spring's hot embrace. Compared to the cold cave pools under Talon and Beak, the ryokan's onsen imitation is a haven. Cast as far from others as possible, he soaks in the quiet and warmth. Aching muscles from a previous workout slowly unwind beneath his skin, sinew flicking apart one strand at a time. Elbows cast back against the stone behind him, legs stretched out unseen below the water surface, head reclined and cushioned by a folded towel. Memories come leaking into his mind, a hot spring get away in the mountains.
Sitting in the waters as his classmates chatter noisily around him with zero regard for people who're trying to fucking REST in the damn pool. Splashes, laughter, some perverted midget crawling up the wall to peek at the girls on the other side amid steam and mist. Against his better judgement, those longing thoughts wander. How are they doing? Did they survive? Are they hurt even worse than he was? What about All Might? All for One? Despite his intent to relax, his brows furrow in discomfort from his heavier questions, a tugging longing starting in his chest. Fuck, why the hell is he thinking of this when there's-]
What? [Guarded and warning, his voice slips a single word to the new figure emerging from the mist nearby.]
💥 ❷ BEST BEHAVIOR
[He whipped his head around twice. What the hell's on the sign?! "NO SEX ALLOWED" splayed out in big bold letters.] Che! This stupid bird must've had an aneurysm! [First time outside the Red Cardinal he's ever seen a tangible request in the resort for people to keep their damn hands to themselves. Leaving the sign behind, he steps down into the hot spring, ditching his towel once the water's up to his waist. A quick dip underwater clears the steam droplets from his face and he emerges up to his shoulders, hovering just below the surface.
One arm over the other, he folds his towel into a neat square and tosses it onto the nearby rocks. Hopefully away from any prying hands. Rubbing at his face, he splits his fingers open and peers through them at his companion, dripping bangs sticking to the back of his digits.] Maybe this place is starting to crack against itself; the pamphlet at the front was encouraging people to fuck around in here.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SPA.
💥 ❶ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Get on the table. [Leaving no room for discussion. Dressed in a simple set of white boxer briefs and a tight-fitting tanktop, he doesn't quite look the part of a masseuse, but who gives a shit about looks if his hands know what they're doing! Don't ask him how he signed up for this, or if he volunteered. If he knows you, then he forcefully volunteered. With the door shut, a gentle strum of zen music floating through the air along with candlelight and essential oils diffusing from one side of the sunlit room to the other, the entire space is a tranquil offering to rest and relaxation. While he finishes spreading the oil on his hands... and curls one into a fist so hard his knuckles crack in audible threat.] I'm gonna annihilate every fucking piece of stress in your body.
[Brace yourself.]
💥 ❷ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Do you have any idea what you're doing? [He sits on the edge of the massage table, both hands braced by his side and shoulders hunched in a defensive posture. As if he's one wire snap away from hoisting himself to his feet and walking the fuck out the door. Red eyes lock onto his companion, half-lidded in a wry study beneath his choppy bangs. It takes a lot for him to let others into his personal space. Strangers stay the hell away from him unless there's special cases. This might be one... Getting a massage from someone else is weird. They don't know where or how he likes to be touched, what might be too sensitive or need more pressure. But they said they know what they're doing. Nerves twist under his skin, debating on whether he believes them or not... At least he intends to hear them out.
Conversely, if he's with someone he knows, he'll be more open to lying on the table and letting them get to work.] I'll let you know if you fuck up.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SELF-CARE + BONUS TEXTS.
💥 ❶ FREE PLAY
GET THE HELL OFF ME!! I'LL KILL YOU!! [Raucous scrambling and clatter billows within a smoke cloud of busy resort workers and a scrambling figure inside. How they manage to avoid the-- are those explosions?! --bursting from the cloudy fight is beyond logic. But they're quirk and agile, finishing their duties and scrambling away with giggles and a smoking ass or two. Leaving a new "pet" within the PLAY ROOM in all his bristling, snarling glory. Try as he might to rip the wolf-like ears from atop his head or the tail lodged somewhere on his backside, neither are going anywhere anytime soon. A red leather spiked collar circles his throat, complete with dangling chain leash from the front of it, which he swiftly captures in hand and wraps threateningly about his wrist and forearm. Dangling around his neck is a clear warning sign for maximum cocky effect-]
1. About time this shitty bird came up with something normal. 2. Drug-free food and sex-free hot springs? The resort's gone insane or someone chopped its balls off for once. 3. You looked kinda cute in that yukata. 4. Some dumbass brought glue into Heron's Retreat to try sticking to their partner. 5. I just watched two guests smuggling cats out.
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[Given that the actual animals were disinclined to spend any time with him, Flins has taken it upon himself to check out the Play Room out of sheer curiosity, not knowing what is up with that until he sees the fight taking place between Bakugo and the staff members. Part of him longs to join in the fight and aid Bakugo, but... well, he's been warned that the resort gets what it wants one way or another. Best to not place himself in the line of fire, yes?
So only once Bakugo has been successfully corralled and collared does Flins decide to approach, striding with boots clicking on the floor until he's standing before the feral young man, hands tucked behind his back and an amused smile upon his face. Oh yes, given the attitude Bakugo always has, he's enjoying this a fair bit. Not that he expects the "training" to improve the blond's manners any. Leaning in, he toys with the sign using a couple fingers, eyes alight with thinly veiled interest.]
My, my. You have gotten yourself into a predicament here, haven't you, Young Master.
[If he weren't so polite and well-mannered, that use of his pet name would almost come across as sarcastic. Instead, it's merely teasing. Straightening up, he then dares to reach his hand out and pet Bakugo's head with an almost tender touch, knowing full well the sort of reaction it's likely to garner.]
[IT'LL GET WHAT IT WANTS: A FLAMING CRATER AND SMOKING BONES BLASTED ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE!! Bakugo's furious snarls and crackling hands chase the staff members away like so many roaches fleeing from light. Those bastards even have the nerve to giggle and laugh all the way out the door! And there's nothing around here to fucking pitch their way either! He reaches for one ear and tugs on it, growling as the wolf-like appendage both refuses to budge and sparks pain where it connects. Dammit, back in the wolf pack again.
He drops his hand and wraps it around the chain connected to his collar. Sparks pop and fly from his hand, concentrating his Quirk into a hot glow across his palm. Before he can actually try and break the damn thing, footsteps click in his ear and both triangular parts swivel instinctively towards the sound. Red eyes flare and shift to their corners, lips peeling away from glistening fangs. A bit more of a transformation than just stupid dog ears and tail.
Shit. Flins.] Don't make me rip out your throat.
[Bakugo's rough voice deepens into a vibrating canine growls rippling through his teeth. He gives the collar chain a jerk, trying to snap the links against Flins' fingers as they pick at the sign around his neck. Tempting to go right for his amused little smile. You don't have to look so damn happy about it!]
Oy! [What's with the petting! He instinctively pushes his head up into the touch, ears flattening slightly, then catches himself and jerks his head back with a growl, the collar clinking slightly on his neck.] Ha! You know how rough I play. Sure you can handle that?
[Haha... It's a small wonder that the resort isn't already full of holes and dents from where Bakugo has taken out his anger and frustrations. Though one supposes that any permanent damage would be bad for the Peacock's reputation as an impregnable fortress of sorts. Gotta give the staff credit, too, for their bravery in dealing with putting Bakugo into that getup. Even Flins himself would be wary of trying.
It's quite the sight to behold, he has to admit, watching as he has been and noting that those wolf features are more than just a simple headband and tail affixed to his rear end. It seems to have been magically connected like actual body parts. Interesting... That sparks his curiosity even more, and causes his eyes to narrow with delight at the prospect.] Now, now. There's no call for that. I only wish to join you for a bit of fun.
[The growl is exactly what he expects, deep and reverberating, and not the least bit off-putting to one such as him who's never had to deal with actual animals daring to attack him. Normally they all flee before his fae nature, well aware of the power imbalance. Here though... it's much more up in the air, and thus more fun to tease Bakugo, even at the risk of his fingers. Thankfully he relents before being injured. Though that doesn't mean the fun is over...]
Hehe... [Rubbing over those ears, he even scratches behind them for good measure before Bakugo realizes what he's doing and calls a halt to it. Instead, Flins grasps him by the chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze with his own golden stare.] I do indeed. I think that's part of the challenge, and one I would welcome gladly, if you'll have me. I don't wish to force you into anything you don't desire...
[Chalk that up to its ability to repair itself very quickly. Sometimes it makes a show of repairing damages, but look around you! The stupid bird magicked up an entire ryokan resort overnight! Hot springs, buildings, entertainment, bedrooms, halls! Why the hell would it have a problem patching up some blown up holes and burnt hallways? He's long-since taken the place's magical ability for granted on purpose and doesn't give a shit about collateral damages.
Though, normally he only goes BOOM when the resort instigates it. Like this stupid pet play bullshit.]
Hoh? [Fuck it. He knows he's stuck with this for however long the event's gonna last. Someone else might've had to put up with his anger longer, but Flins' not a random ass stranger he's tolerating. The blonde gives his chain leash another tug, this time beneath a piqued smirk, the angry growl before warping into something interested and almost... purring. If wolves could purr.] You think you can handle me like this?
[Light gleams off his fangs, bared through a cocky smirk. This isn't the first time he's been a wolf and it's not gonna be the last. He's kind of used to it now. And if it means finally getting to play around with Flins... what the hell. His neck's all healed without lasting marks, his chest and insides recovered from their intense spar. It's been a while and he wants to show this guy what he can do. Even if it's in the bed instead of the arena.]
Ngh? [Red eyes widen, ears perking atop his head as a warm hand snatches his chin and tilts his head back. Another growl rumbles in his throat, teeth bared at the dominating motion. Clashed instantly with Flins asking permission. That's fucking cute. Metal abruptly flashes and Bakugo slings he chain leash around the man's shoulder and neck, catches it with his free hand, and jerks it taught. Flins is hauled right flush to his body, the blonde's anger turning into intense interest.] No one forces me to do something I don't want. So move your ass. I don't want these idiots seeing what I'm gonna do to you.
[There's definitely something to be said about the Peacock being able to whip up an entire resort within the resort overnight. And frankly, considering the damn thing is both a prison and their captor, a little damage is nothing to worry over anyway. Hell, if anything, the more harm they can do to the place, perhaps the more chances they'll have to see a weak spot. One never knows, after all...]
Heh... [Just like one never knows what to expect from Bakugo, it seems. Flins thought he might put up more of a fight, act all indignant and rebellious like the young man he is. But it seems he's taking to the change in situation a little better. He has to give Bakugo credit where it's due: there's something to be said for the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality. So he merely smirks a little himself, reaching out to bat the chain into a jangling swing, not yet grabbing it.] I do indeed think I have a fair chance of managing you...
[There's something very appealing about the animal features on Bakugo; they suit him well, enhancing his already feral nature and animalistic tendencies. This seems almost a reflection of his inner self, or perhaps what one might see if they could view him through the lens of the animal kingdom. He almost lovingly strokes the young man's chin before taking hold of it, though he shouldn't be surprised that Bakugo isn't one to simply be passive about this.]
Such a good boy... [So when he's snagged by the chain and brought close, eyes widen in pleasant surprise and he moves to instead cup a cheek, his murmurs becoming a much more amused laugh while his golden eyes dance with white-hot flames. How charming that he thinks he has a chance at leading in this little game of theirs... Cocking his head to one side, he regards Bakugo with a teasing smile.] Indeed? Well then, allow me. I'm curious to see what you think you might be able to get away with.
[Abruptly, he snatches the chain and yanks, pulling it from around himself and instead drawing Bakugo in closer so that he can capture his lips in a fierce kiss where he nips at his lips.]
[He's seen so many events by now. From Grecian coliseum to haunted Halloween castles to Tantaba festivals and the like. There's a reason Bakugo believes the resort is more or less omnipotent within its own stomach. Or wherever it's keeping everyone. He doubts its power outside its own realm, however, as it doesn't affect other people's timelines. Likely because it doesn't have that kind of power and wouldn't want people finding out and coming to fight or usurp it.
Yeaaah, keep thinking that damage = advantage, Chouchin. Bakugo will support his thought process 100%.]
Wipe that off your face or get it bitten off. [Bakugo leans in towards Flins' face, grinning at his amused expression. Red eyes gleam in a threatening, excited manner, as if he's only a few seconds away from making good on his threat. He's no wrong about Bakugo. While he'll never submit fully to the resort, there comes a time when he decides to ease his heels and go at his own pace, on his own decision, under his own power. He took the resort's wants and demands into his hands, judged them, and decided for himself which he'd allow and go along with. ... Some exceptions apply. Like this bullshit.]
That thinking's gonna be the death of you. [A few more strokes along his chin and he suddenly jerks his head down, trying to snap his fangs into Flins' hand with a snarl. The fae manages to avoid it, but fangs still click together hard and he has to wrangle Bakugo's chin into place again. Another growl vibrates his throat, more excited and interested than threatening. His tail sweeps back and forth behind him -- NO IT'S NOT A WAG, IT'S A HUNTING INSTINCT!]
Get to it. I'm sick of standing around already. [Bakugo tries tugging his head away, much like a wild beast would do when its patience is up, but a second later, that force on his chain hauls his neck, drags him in and suddenly he's shoved up flush to the other man's chest. Fingers grapple at his shoulder, half like he's ready to push him away, but then melts in with a vibrating snarl as lips find lips and he kisses back with an aggressive contact. Flins is getting a few seconds before Bakugo tries nipping his lower lip with his teeth.]
[It's interesting that the resort manages to pull inspiration from so many cultures and times for its shindigs. It makes one wonder if it can't possibly read their minds or dip into their worlds to comb through history itself... Whether that has an impact on their being here is up for debate, but it's something worth considering.
Though given Flins gave it his best shot while fighting Bakugo, it doesn't seem that even his combined elemental powers is enough to tear a hole in the resort. Shame.]
Perhaps I might like a bite or two, hmm? [He's never been one to shy away from pain, that much is certain. Which is probably a damn good thing where Bakugo is concerned. Between his explosive personality and snippy attitude, one is more likely than not to end up getting caught up in some form of scolding or aggressive attack. At least when it comes to times like this where he's been forced into a situation he's not very keen on. Not that Flins can blame him.]
It hasn't yet, though I'll take your warning into consideration. [Said like he doesn't really care that much, and indeed he doesn't cease petting him until Bakugo opts to try latching onto his fingers. Thankfully he's quick enough to dodge, though it's a close call that leaves him chuckling. Those growls only serve to excite him further, making him keen on seeing just how canine Bakugo has become. He's only had one intimate encounter here thus far and it was rather tame, so he's glad of the chance for more, if only to prevent him from turning to stone.]
So impatient... [Not that he can blame him for that either. Who knows whether or not the tail and ears have added to his natural instincts when it comes to mating... So he'll just make short work of kissing the hell out of Bakugo, relishing the way he grabs at him and growls lowly through their kiss. It's all going so nicely when the feral young man opts to bite him, earning a quietly surprised noise and raised brows. But he takes it in stride and starts guiding them towards a bed, using the chain to tug Bakugo along when he feels he's being too slow. Pulling just to rile him up, the smartass.]
[Bakugo finds it strange most of the events are Earth-based despite the resort pulling several people from realms that aren't Earth at all. But with the majority of people pulling from the big blue, guess it's not that surprising. Will Flins' world ever have an event represented by the resort? Unlikely.
If the man ever wants to go pound the roof for a while, Bakugo might be up for a venting exercise. But blowing shit up in Talon's training room is more fun. At least that place can vary and produce interesting obstacle courses.]
Don't bitch at me later. [When Flins ends up covered with bite marks and nips. Che, as if he ever thought for one second this guy was adverse to pain. No whimpering or crying when they fought in the training room, even as his explosions tore away chunks of skin and sent the man crashing into walls and floors. Plenty of his classmates ended up on the wrong side of his explosive temper, a yell and BOOM sending them flying. He has to hold back more in this place, unsure if someone he's interacting with can handle a blast. Flins? ... He'll nuke his fucking ass for irritating him.]
Shut up and get busy. [Impatient. The taste of Flins' lips is completely different from whatever the hell's permeating the air in this room. A little saltier, a little hotter, distracting him from the room itself as they move. He's far less vanilla and reserved than he was when he first arrived here, but even still, Bakugo likes keeping sexual things private. Not out of embarrassment (mostly) but more out of pride and growling possessiveness. He doesn't want other people seeing what he's doing, the faces his partner's making, or letting the person he's with think of anything else but him! Private for selfish reason.
Their legs bump occasionally, knees shifting past each other as Bakugo moves alongside Flins' body without giving up the kiss. Teeth clench and mark at the fae's lower lip, tugging on it and worrying the flesh until he feels it start to plump between his enamel points. The chain clinks against Flins' hand and dangles in a lopsided "u" between his limb and Bakugo's chest. Fingers dig into the fae's right shoulder, nails biting at the material of his shirt as if he might be keen on ripping into it. As soon as his legs touch the bed, and that stupid chain gets tugged like he's not keeping up, Bakugo abruptly sinks his claws in and RIP!
Lays Flins' sleeve open from shoulder to elbow in five jagged lines. Riled up.]
[Something he would protest against if there were a service desk, haha... He would very much like to enjoy some of the holidays and festivals of Teyvat once more, if only out of nostalgia's sake. Liyue's Lantern Rite festival is one he longs to experience.
Flins figures he'll explore everywhere in due time, simply out of curiosity. He doubts there's any holes to exploit or escape from, but one never knows.]
Of course not. I know what I'm getting myself into. [Those will be marks he'll wear with pride and joy, as proof he managed to handle Bakugo's fierce nature. Maybe it's his nature as a fae that keeps him from expressing outward signs of pain, or perhaps his flame body simply doesn't register it the same way a human's does. Either way, he's up for letting Bakugo express himself however he pleases. It's more fun to let his partners choose the pace and intensity of their coupling, after all.]
Goodness... Are you always so feisty, or is this something reserved just for me? [That teasing smile indicates he knows the answer, but he can't help goading Bakugo just a bit. The feel of his lips is surprisingly soft compared to his harsh words and prickly personality, something Flins is grateful for. Just as he can appreciate the urge to take things to a private room without so much as stopping what they're doing.
His own teeth snap lightly upon Bakugo's mouth in return, quick nips that don't impede his partner's sucking of his own lips, though both actions draw forth the quietest of moans from the fae. Pleasure starts burning at him all over, like his internal flame is being stoked with an iron. A feeling that only intensifies as he finds the mattress and is in turn partially exposed with a single strong yank from Bakugo. He scoffs lightly, brows furrowed in light annoyance. That was a perfectly good shirt...!]
I do hope you plan on compensating me for that in some way... [He's almost pouting now as he tugs the chain to drag Bakugo into his lap, forcing him to straddle his legs while getting an arm wrapped around his middle, drawing him closer to deepen their kiss, tongue tangling with one another through breathless kisses.]
[As the mist clears, the new figure becomes crystal clear. It's Chobe, just about to enter the waters and.....a snow monkey. One he has dangling from a vine by its neck for daring to take his towel before he was ready to get in. He looks like he's deciding if he should just, kill it and eat it right there. Even though there's like, actual food elsewhere.
He squints through the mist, distracted at the moment.]
Oh, it's just you, punk. You care if blood gets in the water? I don't feel like hearing you yell about it if not.
[He'd recognize that grunt anywhere. Some people might tense up at criminal's presence. Bakugo simply drops his head back onto the towel and lets his eyes close again. Zero concern over Chobe or the monkey he's got dangling by a vine. Listening to it squabble and claw at the plant fastened about its neck, though...]
Stop picking on a stupid monkey. It's pathetic. [Yeah, yeah. The fury pest probably picked on Chobe first. He's not really concerned if the guy axes the beast or not. But he would rather avoid blood and guts in the water.] Your appetite'll thank you later.
Hah? Ain't nothing pathetic about pest control, punk! And I've got an iron stomach.
[Wow!! Though really Chobe's tolerance for eating whatever isn't the flex he thinks it is. Annoyed, the vine releases the creature, slinking back into his skin as it skitters away. Chobe sneers at it and then clicks his tongue, stepping into the steaming waters.]
Lucky I didn't feel like rinsin' myself again. You look real damn comfy.
I didn't say shit about your stomach. [Appetite. Chowing down on raw monkey versus the good food waiting for him in the ryokan dining room? He'll regret filling his guts with the former. Bakugo doesn't sound like he's lost the argument, slouching a bit more into the water when the monkey vanishes into the bamboo garden.]
Uh-huh. [Lucky him.] I am. Get over here and relax.
[One day he'll start eating regular food consistently instead of stealing snacks and hunting resort wildlife. That's a later Chobe problem though. Right now he cocks his head, a bit thrown off. Rare to see the punk this calm and not blasting off his mouth. He snorts.]
I can chill right over here.
[Said as he sinks into the water opposite the hero. Doesn't matter if they've fucked and fought, Chobe does still have some lingering sense of personal space that he'll respect. The snark nearly melts from him immediately as he submerges though, cuz fuck, he's loved his life up til now, but the whole criminal underworld thing makes it real damn hard to do stuff like hang out in an onsen all leisure-like. He'll savor it for now, letting out a long exhale.]
Well shit, for once this stupid bird got somethin' right.
[Bakugo would be curious what wildlife the man's been eating. The only regular animals he's aware of, outside events, are the creatures in the Vale's animal sanctuaries, petting zoos, and the aviary where other guests have their pet birds... Well, squirrels and rabbits in the normal woodlands. Okay so maybe it's not that hard to imagine. Dude, eat like a normal person, not a wild beast in the forest. Sheesh.]
Suit yourself.
[No fight or gruff. He is zoned. A rare treat for himself and anyone around him. Chobe doesn't plop down beside him and he couldn't care less whether he did or not. As long as he gets to keep his warm zone going. Water laps at his chest halfway up his scar, a few higher splashes with Chobe's entrance ripples, before settling once more. A leisurely breath escapes across from him and Bakugo silently agrees with it. He'd want a drink if his arms didn't feel like pleasure lead.]
[Never!! (Toma will make sure he gets proper meals sometimes at least.)
Chobe cracks his good eye open, curious. It really is rare, and he's not really sure how to feel about it. He supposes it shouldn't be surprising. It's a relaxing setting, and he already knew the hero wasn't solely just high energy lawful aggression. If this is what the punk defaults to without any stressors around, that's a plus. ]
[If they're ever eating together, Bakugo won't hesitate to shove a piece of good food into Chobe's mouth.
Eyes closed, head back, body completely eased in the water like a melting butter pat, he focuses only on the steam clinging to his skin and the occasional brush of surface level along his body when some idiot from far away makes a ripple. Wasn't at all like the mountain hot spring he went to with his classmates. Noisy ass bastards.]
We're still here.
[Relaxed as fuck doesn't mean he's lost his eternal jaded chip at being a prisoner.]
Haah. Here I thought heroes always look on the bright side. Guess some of ya gotta be pragmatic.
[A light laugh, but he doesn't push it. Bakugo's right, after all. And unlike Chobe, he and many others don't have the luxury of immortality. What will ultimately be a blip in the Azas' lives seems like a life sentence to others yearning for home. Chobe vaguely wonders how he'd feel, stuck here alone, away from his brother. . .it'd hurt, he thinks, but he'd adapt, and trust that Toma would be fine without him. He knows he would too. Hell, maybe he'd be better off.
Mm. Nope, not gonna let his mind wander down that pipeline. He sinks further in the water, up to his shoulders, letting the steam consume him, and resting in comfortable silence for a bit. It's nice, but insidious, he thinks. When one gets too relaxed, too comfortable, they start thinking. All sorts of unnecessary concerns can flood one's head, drowning out everything else. Chobe can feel them coming, and fends them off, deflecting with a question seemingly out of the blue.]
Oi. What was that for. The thing you left for me and Toma?
Urusei. I'm not some sunshine idiot spouting feel good bullshit.
[Some heroes would proudly proclaim the world is brilliant and it's a beautiful day to save. Bakugo's the kind who'd yell at the person in the burning car to shut the fuck up and grab onto him, unless they WANT to sit here and roast alive in their seat.
Ironically, all of them do have the luxury of immortality as long as they stay in the Peacock's possession. Coming back to life after dying over and over, losing something in the process each time... No, immortality is a curse, one Bakugo would reject instantly, and sometimes wonders if Chobe will find a torture after so many lifetimes pass him by.
Some part of him vaguely longs for his companions and friends back home, wanting to see his classmates, his teachers, other heroes, even some villains. But reality quickly settles in and he curses himself for selfish thoughts. Like hell does he wanna see any of them get kidnapped and brought here. He has enough statues in his room of people he cares about... Fucking water leading his thoughts to wander like this. Chobe's not wrong about the insidious nature of silence.
Brain won't shut the fuck up.]
Food. Didn't he read it to you?
[Look at him, too calm to rage, so plays the blunt.]
[As long as his brother is with him, Chobe's got no reason to despair he's found. If the Tensen could live thousands of years without a true familial bond, he and his brother can live even longer, he thinks. If they're not killed along the way, of course.
Chobe cracks his eyes open to frown through the mist, focusing on the half assed answer instead of the intrusive thoughts. This is much better.]
Not that, dumbass. I mean why'd you give it to us in the first place? Don't owe us nothin'.
[For all Chobe's bullshit, his loyalty to his brother is impressive. Bakugo may not agree on a lot with Chobe, but even villains have people they care about. They're still human after all. He won't admit it, but if the man across from him was in serious trouble, Bakugo would step in. Yell at him for being in such a predicament, but step in still.]
Uuugh... [Is he really gonna make him answer this question? Apparently. He left the note vague on purpose so this conversation would never have to show its stupid face. Bastard's gonna fuss at him for it.
Fine. Too relaxed to argue or buffer.]
You pulled Scruffy away from Prince Prick, and your brother called the asshole out on the network. Thanks.
[Now don't bitch at him for it. He would've fought this a lot longer if he weren't soaking right now.]
[Chobe could write an essay on the importance of having either family or at least one person you can truly devote yourself to, but now's not the time. Also, getting caught in a situation where he needs help from anyone other than his brother?? Gross. He's not sure if he'd rather die first.
The hero confirms it and. . .Chobe goes silent for a bit. He pretty much knew, yeah, but Chobe's not in the business of making assumptions. The latter was on the network, but saving him? Esikko would have had to tell him that directly. Or maybe it was Dodger, he thinks, that mutt loves to run his mouth. Chobe went down on him right after, hoping to distract him, but clearly that wasn't enough.
Fuck. He'll probably tell Toma, too. Problems to clean up later. Toma may have suspected something by now, anyway. He leans his head back, clearing his mind. It's fine.
It's fine.]
. . .
What is he to you, anyway? Wouldn't think you'd be into a spoiled brat.
[Bakugo wouldn't believe Chobe wrote it until the man slapped him in the face with his proof of authorship. Sorry, man, you don't lend yourself to "importance of family" kind of guy outside the traditional "yakuza family" idea. Someday Chobe can surprise him with those thoughts. He'll respect them, once he hears them.
Look, he's only keeping the assistance in mind for if the resort actually fucks with Chobe. Or some guest manages to perfectly counter the immortal plant boss man. Hmph.
Good. At least he doesn't get a scoff or growl in reaction. Figures Chobe already knew, and he had been about to say as much, but opted to respect the guy's question and say it to his face. How Bakugo knows is his own business, but Chobe's got a 50% chance of being right with his two mental guesses. That said, Bakugo keeps his mouth shut about Chobe and Toma's actions. It's not his business to tell anyone. He simply wanted to acknowledge and thank the brothers. He's a good guy like that.
The question's met with silence. No matter how close he gets to Chobe, Bakugo will never completely trust him. He's selective with what he reveals. Besides, Chobe's already seen how far he'll go to help Esikko. Does he need more?]
Che. I trashed the spoiled brat out of him around me. [He makes the prince work for shit, gives him blunt truths, chides or confronts him, runs him ragged when they train together. Zero coddling even when Esikko whines.]
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Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 A of ♠️
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ ARRIVAL.
💥 WELCOME INN
❶ [New month, new event. It's like fucking clockwork. Tatami mat flooring pass under his feet as he walks through the halls, hands tucked inside the sleeves of his yukata. Despite the cold weather blowing through the Vale and Gardens, and how the resort keeps the temperatures in some hallways cranked down to absolute zero, he's not surprised this place is greeting newcomers with a warmer atmosphere. Always trying to keep its glossy prison walls as distracting as ever. When was the last time he stayed in a ryokan? They fell out of style in Japan for decades, but came back into vogue before he was born. Memories of a single visit wander through his mind, his mother bellowing for him with her head sticking out of the sliding door. His pace stops beside a similar door, head turned and red eyes gazing silently into the open room. Lost momentarily in nostalgia and memories, he doesn't notice someone coming around the corner or otherwise running smack into him-]
❷ [Birds? Incessant chipping peck through his sleep and pry at his furrowing eyebrows. Fingers dig into the pillow and crush its silky casing in his palm as he hunkers under blankets and better. Go the hell away. He's trying to sleep, dammit! ... Fuck! Muscles coil like a spring as he shoves himself upright, hands cratering mattress and sheet alike, red eyes flashing open and lips bared in a snarl-]
Shut up and die, ya damn feather faces! [Instantly those happy tweets catch a silent spell, probably staring bug-eyed at his window from wherever they're perched. A steaming breath hisses between his teeth as he twists around slowly and drops his ass on the bed, frustrated and groggy from being wrenched awake. One elbow props on his tented knee, fingers buried in his bangs as he rests his forehead on his palm's heel.]
Hn? [Sheets trail from his hips in a downward slope to... another body beside him. God dammit, this fucking bird dropped him into someone's bed again! At the ryokan from the looks of things. Did he wake his new bed partner up?] Oy.
💥 GETTING LUCKY
❶ LUCKY SMALL CHARM
[People have often said he's lucky. It's always pissed him off. Wanting to excuse his skill and natural ability as some result of cosmic farce? Hell no! The only "luck" in his life is random chance he's smart enough to capitalize on. This... this crap right here, isn't random chance! Glistening amber syrup crystalized around several golden pieces of burnished yam cling to each other in a figurative daisy chain trailing from the stick. He lifts his arm almost shoulder height by the time those trailing cuts of potato finally stop emerging from the vendor's pot. Jovial congratulations pop from the man behind the counter, patting him on the shoulder, while the blonde in front practically bristles in annoyance.]
How the hell am I supposed to carry this potato fishing line, dammit! [He's been getting "lucky" all day and it's starting to wear on him! Feel like coming to calm him down or help him out with this bonus? You might get lucky too.]
❷ UNLUCKY ATTRACTION
[Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turns away from the closed doors. So much for going to lunch at the Red Cardinal. One of the few places in the resort no bullshit happens.] Stop pouting! We'll find another place! [he barks at his companion. He promised to take them to lunch for the day and a closed restaurant isn't going to stop that intention! He shoves his hands into his pockets and abruptly jerks his head to the side with a grunt.]
What the-?! [Metal shot past his head, flying for two seconds beyond him-- a fork from a nearby eatery?! --before curving around and zooming right back towards his face. Is this someone's idea of a joke?! Muscles bunch and he promptly smacks the offending item to the floor. You saw that too, right?]
Who's the dead guy who threw that?! [*whap!* Metal connects with his tricep. A vein almost bursts on his forehead. This... fucking... fork!] Oy! Get the hell off me! [But no matter how hard he pulls, that stupid piece of cutlery remains stubbornly stuck to his arm.]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SHARED SPACES.
💥 ❶ FLIRTY SUSHI JENGA
[Wood touches wood and he claps the chopsticks' end on the block's sides. A quick, sure movement smoothly slips his chosen target from the tower of blocks with a raspy hush. Now free, he tilts it to the side and reads the words emblazoned in the wood. Head cocked, his lips quirk up at the corner and one sharply-angled brow lowers in an arrogant little expression. He's so proud of himself, red eyes flicking up to his opponent.] You're already look like you're gonna piss yourself.
[Are they? Who knows. He sets the block on the table beside his previous one, letting the words face his opposition in case they want to read it: "Reveal a first date dream." He taps the chopstick end on the block for prompting.] Spit it out.
💥 ❷ STRIP PINGPONG
HA! [A resounding crack splits the room as he slams the paddle into the terrified white ball. It screams across the table in a blinding flash, aiming for his opponent's corner. Just in time for them to reach it and send the ball back towards him. Exactly as planned. A scarf and pair of slippers already sit beneath the small seat nearby, two points down, but four more remaining on his body. Clothing wise. He would have more if he wasn't wearing the stupid yukata forced on him! Damn resort. As much as he hates the place, getting lost in the challenge of a good game's a great way to distract himself and find some enjoyment here.
With his victim stuck in a lunge to get that corner shot, he's got full splay to haul his arm back, face split in a vicious grin of pure domination, and smashes the ball right back over the net. *crack!* There goes another one, split down the middle. BUT still broke on his opponent's corner and sailed into the wall behind them.] One more down, baka! Lose the top!
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ BATHS.
💥 ❶ SOAK AWAY STRESS
[Steam licks across his shoulders and arms as he settles deeper within the spring's hot embrace. Compared to the cold cave pools under Talon and Beak, the ryokan's onsen imitation is a haven. Cast as far from others as possible, he soaks in the quiet and warmth. Aching muscles from a previous workout slowly unwind beneath his skin, sinew flicking apart one strand at a time. Elbows cast back against the stone behind him, legs stretched out unseen below the water surface, head reclined and cushioned by a folded towel. Memories come leaking into his mind, a hot spring get away in the mountains.
Sitting in the waters as his classmates chatter noisily around him with zero regard for people who're trying to fucking REST in the damn pool. Splashes, laughter, some perverted midget crawling up the wall to peek at the girls on the other side amid steam and mist. Against his better judgement, those longing thoughts wander. How are they doing? Did they survive? Are they hurt even worse than he was? What about All Might? All for One? Despite his intent to relax, his brows furrow in discomfort from his heavier questions, a tugging longing starting in his chest. Fuck, why the hell is he thinking of this when there's-]
What? [Guarded and warning, his voice slips a single word to the new figure emerging from the mist nearby.]
💥 ❷ BEST BEHAVIOR
[He whipped his head around twice. What the hell's on the sign?! "NO SEX ALLOWED" splayed out in big bold letters.] Che! This stupid bird must've had an aneurysm! [First time outside the Red Cardinal he's ever seen a tangible request in the resort for people to keep their damn hands to themselves. Leaving the sign behind, he steps down into the hot spring, ditching his towel once the water's up to his waist. A quick dip underwater clears the steam droplets from his face and he emerges up to his shoulders, hovering just below the surface.
One arm over the other, he folds his towel into a neat square and tosses it onto the nearby rocks. Hopefully away from any prying hands. Rubbing at his face, he splits his fingers open and peers through them at his companion, dripping bangs sticking to the back of his digits.] Maybe this place is starting to crack against itself; the pamphlet at the front was encouraging people to fuck around in here.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SPA.
💥 ❶ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Get on the table. [Leaving no room for discussion. Dressed in a simple set of white boxer briefs and a tight-fitting tanktop, he doesn't quite look the part of a masseuse, but who gives a shit about looks if his hands know what they're doing! Don't ask him how he signed up for this, or if he volunteered.
If he knows you, then he forcefully volunteered.With the door shut, a gentle strum of zen music floating through the air along with candlelight and essential oils diffusing from one side of the sunlit room to the other, the entire space is a tranquil offering to rest and relaxation. While he finishes spreading the oil on his hands... and curls one into a fist so hard his knuckles crack in audible threat.] I'm gonna annihilate every fucking piece of stress in your body.[Brace yourself.]
💥 ❷ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Do you have any idea what you're doing? [He sits on the edge of the massage table, both hands braced by his side and shoulders hunched in a defensive posture. As if he's one wire snap away from hoisting himself to his feet and walking the fuck out the door. Red eyes lock onto his companion, half-lidded in a wry study beneath his choppy bangs. It takes a lot for him to let others into his personal space. Strangers stay the hell away from him unless there's special cases. This might be one... Getting a massage from someone else is weird. They don't know where or how he likes to be touched, what might be too sensitive or need more pressure. But they said they know what they're doing. Nerves twist under his skin, debating on whether he believes them or not... At least he intends to hear them out.
Conversely, if he's with someone he knows, he'll be more open to lying on the table and letting them get to work.] I'll let you know if you fuck up.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SELF-CARE + BONUS TEXTS.
💥 ❶ FREE PLAY
GET THE HELL OFF ME!! I'LL KILL YOU!! [Raucous scrambling and clatter billows within a smoke cloud of busy resort workers and a scrambling figure inside. How they manage to avoid the-- are those explosions?! --bursting from the cloudy fight is beyond logic. But they're quirk and agile, finishing their duties and scrambling away with giggles and a smoking ass or two. Leaving a new "pet" within the PLAY ROOM in all his bristling, snarling glory. Try as he might to rip the wolf-like ears from atop his head or the tail lodged somewhere on his backside, neither are going anywhere anytime soon. A red leather spiked collar circles his throat, complete with dangling chain leash from the front of it, which he swiftly captures in hand and wraps threateningly about his wrist and forearm. Dangling around his neck is a clear warning sign for maximum cocky effect-]
AGGRESSIVE PET! CAUTION: MAY BITE!
💥 ❷ TEXTING
1. About time this shitty bird came up with something normal.
2. Drug-free food and sex-free hot springs? The resort's gone insane or someone chopped its balls off for once.
3. You looked kinda cute in that yukata.
4. Some dumbass brought glue into Heron's Retreat to try sticking to their partner.
5. I just watched two guests smuggling cats out.
[ooc: hi! welcome to the game if your new, or happy to have you for current players! feel free to tag into any prompt, or if none of these work for you, PM me or drop a comment below and i'll be happy to work out a unique starter/plot for us. otherwise, drop a wildcard and we'll go from there. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. i'm open to anything, so hit me with whatever you like!]
Free Play!
So only once Bakugo has been successfully corralled and collared does Flins decide to approach, striding with boots clicking on the floor until he's standing before the feral young man, hands tucked behind his back and an amused smile upon his face. Oh yes, given the attitude Bakugo always has, he's enjoying this a fair bit. Not that he expects the "training" to improve the blond's manners any. Leaning in, he toys with the sign using a couple fingers, eyes alight with thinly veiled interest.]
My, my. You have gotten yourself into a predicament here, haven't you, Young Master.
[If he weren't so polite and well-mannered, that use of his pet name would almost come across as sarcastic. Instead, it's merely teasing. Straightening up, he then dares to reach his hand out and pet Bakugo's head with an almost tender touch, knowing full well the sort of reaction it's likely to garner.]
Would you care to play with me for a bit...?
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He drops his hand and wraps it around the chain connected to his collar. Sparks pop and fly from his hand, concentrating his Quirk into a hot glow across his palm. Before he can actually try and break the damn thing, footsteps click in his ear and both triangular parts swivel instinctively towards the sound. Red eyes flare and shift to their corners, lips peeling away from glistening fangs. A bit more of a transformation than just stupid dog ears and tail.
Shit. Flins.] Don't make me rip out your throat.
[Bakugo's rough voice deepens into a vibrating canine growls rippling through his teeth. He gives the collar chain a jerk, trying to snap the links against Flins' fingers as they pick at the sign around his neck. Tempting to go right for his amused little smile. You don't have to look so damn happy about it!]
Oy! [What's with the petting! He instinctively pushes his head up into the touch, ears flattening slightly, then catches himself and jerks his head back with a growl, the collar clinking slightly on his neck.] Ha! You know how rough I play. Sure you can handle that?
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It's quite the sight to behold, he has to admit, watching as he has been and noting that those wolf features are more than just a simple headband and tail affixed to his rear end. It seems to have been magically connected like actual body parts. Interesting... That sparks his curiosity even more, and causes his eyes to narrow with delight at the prospect.] Now, now. There's no call for that. I only wish to join you for a bit of fun.
[The growl is exactly what he expects, deep and reverberating, and not the least bit off-putting to one such as him who's never had to deal with actual animals daring to attack him. Normally they all flee before his fae nature, well aware of the power imbalance. Here though... it's much more up in the air, and thus more fun to tease Bakugo, even at the risk of his fingers. Thankfully he relents before being injured. Though that doesn't mean the fun is over...]
Hehe... [Rubbing over those ears, he even scratches behind them for good measure before Bakugo realizes what he's doing and calls a halt to it. Instead, Flins grasps him by the chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze with his own golden stare.] I do indeed. I think that's part of the challenge, and one I would welcome gladly, if you'll have me. I don't wish to force you into anything you don't desire...
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Though, normally he only goes BOOM when the resort instigates it. Like this stupid pet play bullshit.]
Hoh? [Fuck it. He knows he's stuck with this for however long the event's gonna last. Someone else might've had to put up with his anger longer, but Flins' not a random ass stranger he's tolerating. The blonde gives his chain leash another tug, this time beneath a piqued smirk, the angry growl before warping into something interested and almost... purring. If wolves could purr.] You think you can handle me like this?
[Light gleams off his fangs, bared through a cocky smirk. This isn't the first time he's been a wolf and it's not gonna be the last. He's kind of used to it now. And if it means finally getting to play around with Flins... what the hell. His neck's all healed without lasting marks, his chest and insides recovered from their intense spar. It's been a while and he wants to show this guy what he can do. Even if it's in the bed instead of the arena.]
Ngh? [Red eyes widen, ears perking atop his head as a warm hand snatches his chin and tilts his head back. Another growl rumbles in his throat, teeth bared at the dominating motion. Clashed instantly with Flins asking permission. That's fucking cute. Metal abruptly flashes and Bakugo slings he chain leash around the man's shoulder and neck, catches it with his free hand, and jerks it taught. Flins is hauled right flush to his body, the blonde's anger turning into intense interest.] No one forces me to do something I don't want. So move your ass. I don't want these idiots seeing what I'm gonna do to you.
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Heh... [Just like one never knows what to expect from Bakugo, it seems. Flins thought he might put up more of a fight, act all indignant and rebellious like the young man he is. But it seems he's taking to the change in situation a little better. He has to give Bakugo credit where it's due: there's something to be said for the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality. So he merely smirks a little himself, reaching out to bat the chain into a jangling swing, not yet grabbing it.] I do indeed think I have a fair chance of managing you...
[There's something very appealing about the animal features on Bakugo; they suit him well, enhancing his already feral nature and animalistic tendencies. This seems almost a reflection of his inner self, or perhaps what one might see if they could view him through the lens of the animal kingdom. He almost lovingly strokes the young man's chin before taking hold of it, though he shouldn't be surprised that Bakugo isn't one to simply be passive about this.]
Such a good boy... [So when he's snagged by the chain and brought close, eyes widen in pleasant surprise and he moves to instead cup a cheek, his murmurs becoming a much more amused laugh while his golden eyes dance with white-hot flames. How charming that he thinks he has a chance at leading in this little game of theirs... Cocking his head to one side, he regards Bakugo with a teasing smile.] Indeed? Well then, allow me. I'm curious to see what you think you might be able to get away with.
[Abruptly, he snatches the chain and yanks, pulling it from around himself and instead drawing Bakugo in closer so that he can capture his lips in a fierce kiss where he nips at his lips.]
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Yeaaah, keep thinking that damage = advantage, Chouchin. Bakugo will support his thought process 100%.]
Wipe that off your face or get it bitten off. [Bakugo leans in towards Flins' face, grinning at his amused expression. Red eyes gleam in a threatening, excited manner, as if he's only a few seconds away from making good on his threat. He's no wrong about Bakugo. While he'll never submit fully to the resort, there comes a time when he decides to ease his heels and go at his own pace, on his own decision, under his own power. He took the resort's wants and demands into his hands, judged them, and decided for himself which he'd allow and go along with. ... Some exceptions apply. Like this bullshit.]
That thinking's gonna be the death of you. [A few more strokes along his chin and he suddenly jerks his head down, trying to snap his fangs into Flins' hand with a snarl. The fae manages to avoid it, but fangs still click together hard and he has to wrangle Bakugo's chin into place again. Another growl vibrates his throat, more excited and interested than threatening. His tail sweeps back and forth behind him -- NO IT'S NOT A WAG, IT'S A HUNTING INSTINCT!]
Get to it. I'm sick of standing around already. [Bakugo tries tugging his head away, much like a wild beast would do when its patience is up, but a second later, that force on his chain hauls his neck, drags him in and suddenly he's shoved up flush to the other man's chest. Fingers grapple at his shoulder, half like he's ready to push him away, but then melts in with a vibrating snarl as lips find lips and he kisses back with an aggressive contact. Flins is getting a few seconds before Bakugo tries nipping his lower lip with his teeth.]
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Though given Flins gave it his best shot while fighting Bakugo, it doesn't seem that even his combined elemental powers is enough to tear a hole in the resort. Shame.]
Perhaps I might like a bite or two, hmm? [He's never been one to shy away from pain, that much is certain. Which is probably a damn good thing where Bakugo is concerned. Between his explosive personality and snippy attitude, one is more likely than not to end up getting caught up in some form of scolding or aggressive attack. At least when it comes to times like this where he's been forced into a situation he's not very keen on. Not that Flins can blame him.]
It hasn't yet, though I'll take your warning into consideration. [Said like he doesn't really care that much, and indeed he doesn't cease petting him until Bakugo opts to try latching onto his fingers. Thankfully he's quick enough to dodge, though it's a close call that leaves him chuckling. Those growls only serve to excite him further, making him keen on seeing just how canine Bakugo has become. He's only had one intimate encounter here thus far and it was rather tame, so he's glad of the chance for more, if only to prevent him from turning to stone.]
So impatient... [Not that he can blame him for that either. Who knows whether or not the tail and ears have added to his natural instincts when it comes to mating... So he'll just make short work of kissing the hell out of Bakugo, relishing the way he grabs at him and growls lowly through their kiss. It's all going so nicely when the feral young man opts to bite him, earning a quietly surprised noise and raised brows. But he takes it in stride and starts guiding them towards a bed, using the chain to tug Bakugo along when he feels he's being too slow. Pulling just to rile him up, the smartass.]
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If the man ever wants to go pound the roof for a while, Bakugo might be up for a venting exercise. But blowing shit up in Talon's training room is more fun. At least that place can vary and produce interesting obstacle courses.]
Don't bitch at me later. [When Flins ends up covered with bite marks and nips. Che, as if he ever thought for one second this guy was adverse to pain. No whimpering or crying when they fought in the training room, even as his explosions tore away chunks of skin and sent the man crashing into walls and floors. Plenty of his classmates ended up on the wrong side of his explosive temper, a yell and BOOM sending them flying. He has to hold back more in this place, unsure if someone he's interacting with can handle a blast. Flins? ... He'll nuke his fucking ass for irritating him.]
Shut up and get busy. [Impatient. The taste of Flins' lips is completely different from whatever the hell's permeating the air in this room. A little saltier, a little hotter, distracting him from the room itself as they move. He's far less vanilla and reserved than he was when he first arrived here, but even still, Bakugo likes keeping sexual things private. Not out of embarrassment (mostly) but more out of pride and growling possessiveness. He doesn't want other people seeing what he's doing, the faces his partner's making, or letting the person he's with think of anything else but him! Private for selfish reason.
Their legs bump occasionally, knees shifting past each other as Bakugo moves alongside Flins' body without giving up the kiss. Teeth clench and mark at the fae's lower lip, tugging on it and worrying the flesh until he feels it start to plump between his enamel points. The chain clinks against Flins' hand and dangles in a lopsided "u" between his limb and Bakugo's chest. Fingers dig into the fae's right shoulder, nails biting at the material of his shirt as if he might be keen on ripping into it. As soon as his legs touch the bed, and that stupid chain gets tugged like he's not keeping up, Bakugo abruptly sinks his claws in and RIP!
Lays Flins' sleeve open from shoulder to elbow in five jagged lines. Riled up.]
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Flins figures he'll explore everywhere in due time, simply out of curiosity. He doubts there's any holes to exploit or escape from, but one never knows.]
Of course not. I know what I'm getting myself into. [Those will be marks he'll wear with pride and joy, as proof he managed to handle Bakugo's fierce nature. Maybe it's his nature as a fae that keeps him from expressing outward signs of pain, or perhaps his flame body simply doesn't register it the same way a human's does. Either way, he's up for letting Bakugo express himself however he pleases. It's more fun to let his partners choose the pace and intensity of their coupling, after all.]
Goodness... Are you always so feisty, or is this something reserved just for me? [That teasing smile indicates he knows the answer, but he can't help goading Bakugo just a bit. The feel of his lips is surprisingly soft compared to his harsh words and prickly personality, something Flins is grateful for. Just as he can appreciate the urge to take things to a private room without so much as stopping what they're doing.
His own teeth snap lightly upon Bakugo's mouth in return, quick nips that don't impede his partner's sucking of his own lips, though both actions draw forth the quietest of moans from the fae. Pleasure starts burning at him all over, like his internal flame is being stoked with an iron. A feeling that only intensifies as he finds the mattress and is in turn partially exposed with a single strong yank from Bakugo. He scoffs lightly, brows furrowed in light annoyance. That was a perfectly good shirt...!]
I do hope you plan on compensating me for that in some way... [He's almost pouting now as he tugs the chain to drag Bakugo into his lap, forcing him to straddle his legs while getting an arm wrapped around his middle, drawing him closer to deepen their kiss, tongue tangling with one another through breathless kisses.]
Baths - Soak Stress
[As the mist clears, the new figure becomes crystal clear. It's Chobe, just about to enter the waters and.....a snow monkey. One he has dangling from a vine by its neck for daring to take his towel before he was ready to get in. He looks like he's deciding if he should just, kill it and eat it right there. Even though there's like, actual food elsewhere.
He squints through the mist, distracted at the moment.]
Oh, it's just you, punk. You care if blood gets in the water? I don't feel like hearing you yell about it if not.
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Stop picking on a stupid monkey. It's pathetic. [Yeah, yeah. The fury pest probably picked on Chobe first. He's not really concerned if the guy axes the beast or not. But he would rather avoid blood and guts in the water.] Your appetite'll thank you later.
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[Wow!! Though really Chobe's tolerance for eating whatever isn't the flex he thinks it is. Annoyed, the vine releases the creature, slinking back into his skin as it skitters away. Chobe sneers at it and then clicks his tongue, stepping into the steaming waters.]
Lucky I didn't feel like rinsin' myself again. You look real damn comfy.
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Uh-huh. [Lucky him.] I am. Get over here and relax.
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I can chill right over here.
[Said as he sinks into the water opposite the hero. Doesn't matter if they've fucked and fought, Chobe does still have some lingering sense of personal space that he'll respect. The snark nearly melts from him immediately as he submerges though, cuz fuck, he's loved his life up til now, but the whole criminal underworld thing makes it real damn hard to do stuff like hang out in an onsen all leisure-like. He'll savor it for now, letting out a long exhale.]
Well shit, for once this stupid bird got somethin' right.
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Suit yourself.
[No fight or gruff. He is zoned. A rare treat for himself and anyone around him. Chobe doesn't plop down beside him and he couldn't care less whether he did or not. As long as he gets to keep his warm zone going. Water laps at his chest halfway up his scar, a few higher splashes with Chobe's entrance ripples, before settling once more. A leisurely breath escapes across from him and Bakugo silently agrees with it. He'd want a drink if his arms didn't feel like pleasure lead.]
Aa. This thing's almost fucking normal.
[Knock on wood.]
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Chobe cracks his good eye open, curious. It really is rare, and he's not really sure how to feel about it. He supposes it shouldn't be surprising. It's a relaxing setting, and he already knew the hero wasn't solely just high energy lawful aggression. If this is what the punk defaults to without any stressors around, that's a plus. ]
"Almost?" What's it missing?
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Eyes closed, head back, body completely eased in the water like a melting butter pat, he focuses only on the steam clinging to his skin and the occasional brush of surface level along his body when some idiot from far away makes a ripple. Wasn't at all like the mountain hot spring he went to with his classmates. Noisy ass bastards.]
We're still here.
[Relaxed as fuck doesn't mean he's lost his eternal jaded chip at being a prisoner.]
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[A light laugh, but he doesn't push it. Bakugo's right, after all. And unlike Chobe, he and many others don't have the luxury of immortality. What will ultimately be a blip in the Azas' lives seems like a life sentence to others yearning for home. Chobe vaguely wonders how he'd feel, stuck here alone, away from his brother. . .it'd hurt, he thinks, but he'd adapt, and trust that Toma would be fine without him. He knows he would too. Hell, maybe he'd be better off.
Mm. Nope, not gonna let his mind wander down that pipeline. He sinks further in the water, up to his shoulders, letting the steam consume him, and resting in comfortable silence for a bit. It's nice, but insidious, he thinks. When one gets too relaxed, too comfortable, they start thinking. All sorts of unnecessary concerns can flood one's head, drowning out everything else. Chobe can feel them coming, and fends them off, deflecting with a question seemingly out of the blue.]
Oi. What was that for. The thing you left for me and Toma?
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[Some heroes would proudly proclaim the world is brilliant and it's a beautiful day to save. Bakugo's the kind who'd yell at the person in the burning car to shut the fuck up and grab onto him, unless they WANT to sit here and roast alive in their seat.
Ironically, all of them do have the luxury of immortality as long as they stay in the Peacock's possession. Coming back to life after dying over and over, losing something in the process each time... No, immortality is a curse, one Bakugo would reject instantly, and sometimes wonders if Chobe will find a torture after so many lifetimes pass him by.
Some part of him vaguely longs for his companions and friends back home, wanting to see his classmates, his teachers, other heroes, even some villains. But reality quickly settles in and he curses himself for selfish thoughts. Like hell does he wanna see any of them get kidnapped and brought here. He has enough statues in his room of people he cares about... Fucking water leading his thoughts to wander like this. Chobe's not wrong about the insidious nature of silence.
Brain won't shut the fuck up.]
Food. Didn't he read it to you?
[Look at him, too calm to rage, so plays the blunt.]
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Chobe cracks his eyes open to frown through the mist, focusing on the half assed answer instead of the intrusive thoughts. This is much better.]
Not that, dumbass. I mean why'd you give it to us in the first place? Don't owe us nothin'.
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Uuugh... [Is he really gonna make him answer this question? Apparently. He left the note vague on purpose so this conversation would never have to show its stupid face. Bastard's gonna fuss at him for it.
Fine. Too relaxed to argue or buffer.]
You pulled Scruffy away from Prince Prick, and your brother called the asshole out on the network. Thanks.
[Now don't bitch at him for it. He would've fought this a lot longer if he weren't soaking right now.]
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The hero confirms it and. . .Chobe goes silent for a bit. He pretty much knew, yeah, but Chobe's not in the business of making assumptions. The latter was on the network, but saving him? Esikko would have had to tell him that directly. Or maybe it was Dodger, he thinks, that mutt loves to run his mouth. Chobe went down on him right after, hoping to distract him, but clearly that wasn't enough.
Fuck. He'll probably tell Toma, too. Problems to clean up later. Toma may have suspected something by now, anyway. He leans his head back, clearing his mind. It's fine.
It's fine.]
. . .
What is he to you, anyway? Wouldn't think you'd be into a spoiled brat.
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Look, he's only keeping the assistance in mind for if the resort actually fucks with Chobe. Or some guest manages to perfectly counter the immortal plant boss man. Hmph.
Good. At least he doesn't get a scoff or growl in reaction. Figures Chobe already knew, and he had been about to say as much, but opted to respect the guy's question and say it to his face. How Bakugo knows is his own business, but Chobe's got a 50% chance of being right with his two mental guesses. That said, Bakugo keeps his mouth shut about Chobe and Toma's actions. It's not his business to tell anyone. He simply wanted to acknowledge and thank the brothers. He's a good guy like that.
The question's met with silence. No matter how close he gets to Chobe, Bakugo will never completely trust him. He's selective with what he reveals. Besides, Chobe's already seen how far he'll go to help Esikko. Does he need more?]
Che. I trashed the spoiled brat out of him around me. [He makes the prince work for shit, gives him blunt truths, chides or confronts him, runs him ragged when they train together. Zero coddling even when Esikko whines.]