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[it should've been quieter and less crowded, but these shitty staff members can't fathom a single person wanting to have dinner alone without getting another diner shoved across the damn seat. thought he'd get his nap without being disturbed. now he's dealing with an illiterate... scaredy cat from the looks of those ears and eyes above tense neck and shoulders.
here comes the bristles. tension could go either way, either fight or flight. whether he bolts out of the seat and vanishes elsewhere in the casino or fires back, bakugo doesn't care which path. well, the former would mean he could go back to sleep. he's still got his head on his arms and only bothering to glare across the table with one eye. waiting with draining patience.
this guy's taking notes. flicking his eyes from his head to the side and down. what? did he not expect to see anyone here? his eye narrows slightly. only an idiot wouldn't at least appraise a potential opponent on first glance. but did he have to do it for so damn long? fuck, he's not some art piece to plaster his eyes on and soak up every detail!]
Haa?! [who the hell thinks reading isn't useful?!]
Then you're gonna fucking starve. [or he'll resort to stealing, taking handouts, or making a companion to get him food. plus the resort would be throwing a lot at this guy requiring reading. or else he'll be wandering into shit "blindly" without a damn clue.]
( ironically enough, if bakugou wanted a buffer against others that the Golden Peacock staff might try to sit him with to play along with their demands for a “date,” he could stand to do worse than asato. this cat is… not a particularly strong conversationalist, preferring to remain silent unless spoken to. sure, he’d been prompted into explaining he wouldn’t be able to read whatever was on the cards placed in front of them, but the stranger was the one who stoked that coal into a flame. if he wanted to just turn over and continue to try to nap… asato probably wouldn’t be one to try to do anything to interrupt that? honestly, after all the confusion and running around, he’s pretty exhausted too, though he doesn’t think he can consider resting until he either finds konoe or feels moderately assured the other ribika isn’t here.
asato looks just as confused by the response as he does irritated by it. next to him, his tail lashes. )
Hasn’t been a problem before.
( of course, his concept of right and wrong with regards to “stealing” is a little… warped. he’d only learned just a few days ago what “money” is, and that he can’t just stroll up to something that he wants and take it. he sort of gets it, but, it seems really unnecessary to him? if you don’t want someone to take something that’s yours, why put it on display like that? why don’t people just go out and get the things that they need for themselves? that’s how it had worked in kira.
he glances to a nearby table, where two individuals on a date of convenience are getting the plates of food that they ordered. asato jerks his head in that direction. ) They’re getting food right now. ( as if that proves his point.
it’s not that he’s never been served food, but… bardo hadn’t exactly charged them money, either. )
[he'll be the judge of whose worse for him as a "date" partner. not his idea of a good time if he has to read the damn menu or cards for this broad-shouldered quiet guy. his visible eye flicks again, nothing the subtle peek of a twitching tail just shy of the table's edge on his companion's side. he knows someone here who has a cat tail, so the motion catches his eye. it's different form this guy's, and certainly doesn't go twitching as anxiously as the one currently across from him. bakugo's never seen him before, and considering the time of month, figures this is another new guy yanked in by the peacock's shitty whims. great. he has to play tour guide for some freshman extra. who still looks like he might run if someone shouts at him. this guy's gonna crumble if he has to face some of the resort's challenging events...]
You're not in your world, if you haven't noticed. [if this guy meant starving wasn't a problem, then whoosh, over the head. he thinks he's still referring to being illiterate. bakugo's not gonna be policing people unless they commit a crime in front of him. he's well aware there are criminals among the peacock's ranks and there both lazy and desperate people. if someone wants to steal food, he's not gonna say shit unless he's witnessing it. but not being able to read is going to put this guy at a severe disadvantage when it comes to the resort's stupid games. he'll endanger himself.]
No shit. They ordered it. [which they did by reading the fucking menu. bakugo finally swings one arm out and sweeps the cards off the table into his hand instead, leaving the menu on the table for this guy to focus on.] You've never learned to read or never finished learning?
[does he at least recognize letters and the associated sounds?]
( regardless of how generally overwhelmed and anxious this particular cat is, it seems that he’s still capable of mustering sarcasm!
though, really, when it came to the struggle for food, it’s something asato is intimately well-acquainted with. pretty much any ribika in sisa dealt with starvation on a regular basis. the Void claimed increasingly wide swathes of their island, its vivid colors changing absolutely nothing about the foliage or the wildlife within it except rejecting ribika touch. a cat that stumbled into a patch of Void would find themselves cut to ribbons on twigs and blades of grass, the slightest touch opening up a gash deep enough to go to the bone. he’d managed to keep himself alive, searching for dwindling food resources while in competition with every other cat from kira doing the same, but he still looks somewhat malnourished, regardless of the lean musculature.
in his mind, if he can survive in sisa, he can survive anywhere. he hasn’t quite picked up on the fact that all of the rules have changed upon his arrival here, however…
he may have eaten in bardo’s inn, but the concept of “ordering” food would be a novelty to him. bardo had just kind of brought everyone in the dining room whatever he’d managed to cook…
still, his dark blue gaze shifts to the menu. in his eyes, the rows of squiggly characters are perfectly inscrutable. they might as well be hieroglyphics.
he looks back up to bakugou, hesitating, frowning, before answering. )
I asked the elder, once. ( kira may be remote, but debris of Two Canes and their civilization still ended up there. old signs, rusted cans… the elder even had a few books, though he’d never seen him or anyone else read them. it’d been that which had caused him to ask, though… he shakes his head. ) “Not useful. Not for you.”
( indicating that those same words, which he’d spoken just a few moments ago, hadn’t necessarily been his own perspective on the matter… it’d just been what he had been told. )
[good. he doesn't have to bother explaining this shit. sarcasm included. bakugo turns the cards over in his hand and starts flipping through them via thumbing the top one over the rear card. they don't need to deal with this crap when the guy can't even handle reading food off the stupid menu. a waiter could come by and fill him in on each possible dish for ordering. or he could make the cat take a damn kickoff lesson for reading. this man's gonna need it going forward in the resort. if he sticks around. always the "if" part of people showing up in the middle of the month.
tch, stuck babysitting for the newbie again.
can this guy survive here? duh. anyone could. sitting outside the restaurant trash can could feed a mooch well if they didn't mind eating people's leftovers or thrown out food. before said food inevitably disappeared to wherever the resort vanishes waste.
he's never once had to deal with anyone who couldn't read. never thought he'd have to each someone. but if this guy has control of language enough to talk, it's not gonna be any harder than teaching someone how to read music or do arithmetic.]
That shitty old geezer isn't here. [so asato can forget what some dumb fool said and focus on himself this time. bakugo slaps the cards down on the table and a few quick flicks on his watch abruptly bloom a picture down onto the table in flat projection. damn right it's an alphabet, with capitals and lowercase. might as well start in english, since everyone's either talking it or translating it in this magical sex pit.]
You've got consonants and vowels. Almost every word's got both.
[ooc: just a hi yo! bakugo's definitely intending to teach asato how to read right now, so if you wanna play that out, we can, or if you wanna handwave it and skip to post-lesson, we can do that too. he'll order food for them both if asato accepts the lessons. figured i'd give you the option!]
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here comes the bristles. tension could go either way, either fight or flight. whether he bolts out of the seat and vanishes elsewhere in the casino or fires back, bakugo doesn't care which path. well, the former would mean he could go back to sleep. he's still got his head on his arms and only bothering to glare across the table with one eye. waiting with draining patience.
this guy's taking notes. flicking his eyes from his head to the side and down. what? did he not expect to see anyone here? his eye narrows slightly. only an idiot wouldn't at least appraise a potential opponent on first glance. but did he have to do it for so damn long? fuck, he's not some art piece to plaster his eyes on and soak up every detail!]
Haa?! [who the hell thinks reading isn't useful?!]
Then you're gonna fucking starve. [or he'll resort to stealing, taking handouts, or making a companion to get him food. plus the resort would be throwing a lot at this guy requiring reading. or else he'll be wandering into shit "blindly" without a damn clue.]
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asato looks just as confused by the response as he does irritated by it. next to him, his tail lashes. )
Hasn’t been a problem before.
( of course, his concept of right and wrong with regards to “stealing” is a little… warped. he’d only learned just a few days ago what “money” is, and that he can’t just stroll up to something that he wants and take it. he sort of gets it, but, it seems really unnecessary to him? if you don’t want someone to take something that’s yours, why put it on display like that? why don’t people just go out and get the things that they need for themselves? that’s how it had worked in kira.
he glances to a nearby table, where two individuals on a date of convenience are getting the plates of food that they ordered. asato jerks his head in that direction. ) They’re getting food right now. ( as if that proves his point.
it’s not that he’s never been served food, but… bardo hadn’t exactly charged them money, either. )
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You're not in your world, if you haven't noticed. [if this guy meant starving wasn't a problem, then whoosh, over the head. he thinks he's still referring to being illiterate. bakugo's not gonna be policing people unless they commit a crime in front of him. he's well aware there are criminals among the peacock's ranks and there both lazy and desperate people. if someone wants to steal food, he's not gonna say shit unless he's witnessing it. but not being able to read is going to put this guy at a severe disadvantage when it comes to the resort's stupid games. he'll endanger himself.]
No shit. They ordered it. [which they did by reading the fucking menu. bakugo finally swings one arm out and sweeps the cards off the table into his hand instead, leaving the menu on the table for this guy to focus on.] You've never learned to read or never finished learning?
[does he at least recognize letters and the associated sounds?]
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( regardless of how generally overwhelmed and anxious this particular cat is, it seems that he’s still capable of mustering sarcasm!
though, really, when it came to the struggle for food, it’s something asato is intimately well-acquainted with. pretty much any ribika in sisa dealt with starvation on a regular basis. the Void claimed increasingly wide swathes of their island, its vivid colors changing absolutely nothing about the foliage or the wildlife within it except rejecting ribika touch. a cat that stumbled into a patch of Void would find themselves cut to ribbons on twigs and blades of grass, the slightest touch opening up a gash deep enough to go to the bone. he’d managed to keep himself alive, searching for dwindling food resources while in competition with every other cat from kira doing the same, but he still looks somewhat malnourished, regardless of the lean musculature.
in his mind, if he can survive in sisa, he can survive anywhere. he hasn’t quite picked up on the fact that all of the rules have changed upon his arrival here, however…
he may have eaten in bardo’s inn, but the concept of “ordering” food would be a novelty to him. bardo had just kind of brought everyone in the dining room whatever he’d managed to cook…
still, his dark blue gaze shifts to the menu. in his eyes, the rows of squiggly characters are perfectly inscrutable. they might as well be hieroglyphics.
he looks back up to bakugou, hesitating, frowning, before answering. )
I asked the elder, once. ( kira may be remote, but debris of Two Canes and their civilization still ended up there. old signs, rusted cans… the elder even had a few books, though he’d never seen him or anyone else read them. it’d been that which had caused him to ask, though… he shakes his head. ) “Not useful. Not for you.”
( indicating that those same words, which he’d spoken just a few moments ago, hadn’t necessarily been his own perspective on the matter… it’d just been what he had been told. )
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tch, stuck babysitting for the newbie again.
can this guy survive here? duh. anyone could. sitting outside the restaurant trash can could feed a mooch well if they didn't mind eating people's leftovers or thrown out food. before said food inevitably disappeared to wherever the resort vanishes waste.
he's never once had to deal with anyone who couldn't read. never thought he'd have to each someone. but if this guy has control of language enough to talk, it's not gonna be any harder than teaching someone how to read music or do arithmetic.]
That shitty old geezer isn't here. [so asato can forget what some dumb fool said and focus on himself this time. bakugo slaps the cards down on the table and a few quick flicks on his watch abruptly bloom a picture down onto the table in flat projection. damn right it's an alphabet, with capitals and lowercase. might as well start in english, since everyone's either talking it or translating it in this magical sex pit.]
You've got consonants and vowels. Almost every word's got both.
[ooc: just a hi yo! bakugo's definitely intending to teach asato how to read right now, so if you wanna play that out, we can, or if you wanna handwave it and skip to post-lesson, we can do that too. he'll order food for them both if asato accepts the lessons. figured i'd give you the option!]