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[blastedass]

Open Contact

"The fuck do you want? Make it fast, shithead."



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[blastedass]

I'm not. Check your brain.

[ohihateyou]

I could say the same to you. Calling me a prude.

[blastedass]

You're the one who can only fuck on the floor.

[ohihateyou]

There's literally nothing true about that statement.

[blastedass]

Prove it.

[ohihateyou]

Fine. When and where?

[blastedass]

WHAT THE FUCK?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO DO THAT!!

[ohihateyou]

It's more convenient for you to pick. But fine, where are you? I'll come there.

[blastedass]

[He's going to murder him. Straight up slaughter him all over the wall!]

You're not coming here. You'll cause a fucking scene. I'll give you an address.

[Which he does, a minute or so later. Gonna do this outside U.A.]

[ohihateyou]

[ RIP Dito. ]

A scene? You really think I'm the type?

[ Not actually expecting an address, this clearly means he has to go, mostly to see what will be there. ]

I'm leaving now.

[ With no warning. The quicker he moves, the less likely it is that he'll run into Five, so he doesn't even bother waiting for any more messages before getting on the task of figuring out where the place even is, then eventually showing up there at some point later. It's only then that he checks again. ]

[blastedass]

Yes.

[Mostly because people who aren't staff, students, or otherwise have a legit reason for being on campus are not allowed within U.A.'s perimeter. He doesn't want to get into that issue with his teachers. Much less explain who and what Dito's doing there... Easier to ask to go out for a bit and meet up at a hotel than try somewhere on campus.

Bakugou's leaving as well. Might take a bit for permission and travel, but he finally arrives at the hotel he picked. Not far from U.A. and relatively small and private. A nice place to just get away for a bit and do nothing.]

[ohihateyou]

[ There is also the fact that Dito goes literally nowhere without his spear. So, okay yeah, he probably would end up causing a scene for so, so many reasons. And his own place is basically underwater and full of guards, so that would be an entire adventure just to get in. Then he'd have to explain to Five what happened to the guards. And, well, Five might be there.

No, this was the better idea that he wouldn't have even considered, since "hotel" is a pretty new concept to him. He's even just hanging around outside by the time Bakugou arrives, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do when he got there. ]

You took your sweet-ass time.

[blastedass]

[He brought a fucking spear with him?! Bakugou picks Dito out easily, if only because of that stupid weapon. He mentioned it in their conversation. But that doesn't mean it's any easier to shrug off. Dammit, he's going to have to play this guy like a damn cosplayer to anyone who's passing by and staring. The hotel isn't some seedy love hotel either; it's a decent nice place that he's still going to pay in cash over. Doesn't want that ringing up on his card and having his mom question the bank statements later...

Bakugou's scarf remains tucked around his neck and knotted down his jacket front, keeping the cold air out as he approaches, hands in his pants pocket and boots gritting the first flecks of snow on the ground. Welcome to winter in Japan, whatever the fuck you are.]

Put that fucking thing away before you get arrested, dammit.

[Even goes to scoop a foot against the end of the spear, like he might be able to nudge it (or Dito) off balance.]

Someone's gonna think you're a lunatic.

[ohihateyou]

[ Of course he brought his spear. He had no idea where he was going or what kind of trouble might arise there. And usually there is some kind of trouble. No, he also doesn't spend a lot of time in cities, which may be evident by the way he can't stop looking around as much as he tries to hide it. Not even Cathedral City is anything like this. And he would absolutely die if he didn't bring his spear there, too. It really just makes sense for him to have it. Even if he'd been told he wouldn't need it, he would've hesitated on trusting that advice. ]

What? Arrested for what?

[ As he does keep the weapon tucked in its belt, the nudge forces him to move as well and he just stares. ]

Where exactly am I supposed to put it? It's fine. [ Hopefully. ] Anyway, it's cold as fuck. [ Probably because he's wearing shorts. ] You need to learn to add details...

[blastedass]

[He's not telling him to get rid of it! Just put it away! Bakugou glares at Dito for the question. This guy is for real, isn't he. Fucking hell. Guess there's no getting around it, even if he wants to yell at him for being a damn tourist. A tourist he basically invited. Tch-

Bastard.]

People can't carry around weapons like that here. Part of our laws.

[Swords, spears, anything "open carry" like that would be frowned upon. Ceremonial blades and costume weapons aren't illegal, though the former is usually known and the latter is usually obvious, apart from well-made ones. Someone whipping out and brandishing a real katana is going to get alarm and possibly the cops involved.]

I'm not giving you a damn run down on Japan!

[Even if it's tempting to do so and watch his stupid legs freeze. Growling, Bakugou moves forward and tilts his head, indicating Dito follow him inside. Heading into the hotel gives a rather nice view of the lobby and a startled receptionist at the front desk.]

Costume convention.

[That's all he has to say to get her to relax before he heads over to rent a room for the night.]

[ohihateyou]

[ He can't put it any more away than it already is! It doesn't fold up and go into a pocket! It's just a regular, normal, metal spear almost reaching the same length as his own five foot height. So naturally he has no idea just what else Bakugou wants him to do besides go all the way back home and leave it there, which isn't happening. ]

Sounds like something you should've told me beforehand, doesn't it? If you're not going to tell me at least important shit like that, you forfeit your right to bitch if I mess it up.

[ Why would he be expected to know the law of a place he's never even visited? Where he frequents, you'd be crazy to go around unarmed, and there sure as hell aren't any cops. But he has no reason to pull it out and wave it around here, of course, so at least there's that.

He even follows calmly, quick to nod along with the excuse given. There is a difference between not knowing what to expect and being actually stupid, after all, and thankfully he's only got the former working against him. ]

[blastedass]

[Shove it up his ass. That'll work. Bakugou grumbles at him, but since the "convention" excuse works and the front desk thinks Dito's some weird cosplayer (maybe a little nuts/dedicated to his craft for wearing shorts out here) they don't need to worry too much about it. Bakugou ignores the comment for the time being, working on getting a room and paying in cash to avoid the card transaction. Visitor in town, has to have a place to stay, parents house isn't ready for a guest right now, blah blah fucking blah.

Once he gets the card key, Bakugou steps back from the counter and returns to Dito, glad the guy's got some brains in his head about keeping his mouth shut. The scent of clean air with some kind of air freshener around mingles with a coffee bar on the other side of the lobby through the open doors to the cafe. Dito's never been here before, so Bakugou's expecting either a stoic front of disinterest in anything or a childish wonder about all the new things around (look, the guy's short as fuck, so "kid" fits).]

Heh, so you admit you can fuck up. Wow, what a humble guy.

[Dodging the additional reprimand as he heads towards the elevator.]

Dunno if you know what this is, but the door's going to open and the room's going to move once we get in. Don't stab anything. It's not alive.

[How the hell's he supposed to know what technology Dito's used to? Fair fucking warning.]

[ohihateyou]

[ Dito just smiles at the grumbling, then decides to spend his time waiting taking in the surroundings. He was told that Japan was next to the sea, so he can't keep from checking the windows to see how true that is. So far, that hasn't seemed to be very true at all, not that he's disappointed, considering how much he despises the sea.

In fact, he's rather enjoying being able to smell anything else at the moment, soon enough distracted by trying to figure out where those particular scents are coming from without actually moving from the spot he's chosen to stand in, looking slightly thoughtful. He is still learning about all of this kind of stuff, but he's not really the type to go running around in awe. Not in this situation. Giant rotting crab? He's hyped. Putrid, gross-looking flowers? He'll jump right in. Fresh air, coffee and fancy decor? It's interesting, but he's fine. ]

What? I never said I couldn't. Who would?

[ With a shrug, he follows again, giving Bakugou a flat look at the explanation. ]

You know I've seen magic before, right?

[ Because that's how it works, yes!? Of course it is. ]

[blastedass]

[There's certainly no sea to see out the windows. They're in the middle of the city. But there is a nice park view. As well as the parking lot and other buildings around depending on which window he looks out or how much attention he pays to the surroundings. Bakugou gives Dito some time to check things out, taking longer on the rental transaction than really necessary. As well as waiting a bit before getting the guy to the elevator.

No rotting crabs or decaying flowers in this place. Though there are landfills and trashdumps if he ever wants to do that kind of spelunking. Fuck if Bakugou's gonna join him for crap like that. The elevator finally dings as it reaches ground floor and the overlayed metal doors slides to the side, revealing the wood and metal interior. No carpet on this one. Or glass floors. Bakugou ignores the question and heads in, waiting for Dito to come in (watch the fucking spear, dmamit!) before pushing the button for the 12th floor.]

This isn't magic. It's technology. Machines.

[The elevator dings, the doors shut, and with a gentle jolt, begins its climb upward.]

[ohihateyou]

[ So he's been betrayed yet again. Dito will definitely have to bring up the lack of sea next time he sees that person. Though he's never been to this place before, he has visited a hotel before, though only once. Just enough that it's still unfamiliar and new, but at least he's not ~mystified~ by the whole thing. He's even been in an elevator, though he was pretty sure it ran on magic, like any other floating/moving platform he's ever encountered.

He's perfectly fine staying away from landfills and trash, too. It just doesn't work for him if it isn't still alive, of course. That is, alas, why his biggest fantasy must remain nothing but. How sad. It's very so hard to turn a person inside out without killing them, after all.

Oh well. Into the elevator, then. And of course he's careful, settling himself right against the wall. Just in case something goes wrong because apparently it is not magic, and he just doesn't trust that. ]

...Oh. Like phones. Got it. [ Sorta got it. ] How far does it go?

[blastedass]

[If Dito brings up wanting to see the ocean, expect to get a query or a ribbing, but Bakugou could work out a trip sometime. Alas, since it's quiet on the subject, guess he'll stand in the elevator and watch the floors count their way up from 1 to 12. Hopefully no one's going to get on; one look at that spear and the way Dito's dressed and there'll be stares, questions, or a "we'll wait for the next one" response. He's keeping an eye on the spear, just to make sure Dito doesn't accidentally scratch any of the metal walls and add that to the damn bill...

While he can't say he knows anyone normal human who can turn inside out without dying, there's this certain villain who's literally made of sludge... so... he could possibly do it? Even if it wouldn't be the guts and bones Dito's probably looking for. Not that Bakugou has ANY sort of good memories of that fucking monster. Kidnapped him and tried to smother him while taking his body for a damn joy ride around the city.]

All the way to the top floor and down to the ground. [Over and over and over. Unless you wanna take the stairs. Bakugou stands by the door, waiting for it to open.] How do you know what a phone is?

[What kind of phone even?]

[ohihateyou]

[ Though he's got the basic idea that in this place there's some problem with carrying a weapon around, Dito's still not that concerned about it. Not that he really gets the idea that other people may get on the elevator at all. He's never seen it happen. He just expects it to levitate to wherever they're going by whatever means it does so with no stopping in between. He isn't too worried about people seeing him, anyway. Who cares what they think? Well, apparently Bakugou does. But Dito really, really couldn't care less. ]

Is that where we're going? Top floor? [ He's mostly just trying to gauge how long the ride is. It is a small box and he's already tired of being in it. ] And what the hell do you mean, how do I know what a phone is? I have one. ...I don't know how to do most of the shit on it, but how did you think I was talking to you?

[ Okay, so the little basic smartphone was given to him for the specific purpose of texting and he doesn't even realize you can use it to talk to others, but he does have it. He even digs it out of his pocket to show. ]

[blastedass]

[It's less about what Dito cares and more about Bakugou not wanting to deal with some damn police call. Luckily it's later in the evening and most people who want to go up are coming back via the lobby. Not many people are going down and out at this time on a Friday night. Or maybe they're just lucky. It's not a huge, grand hotel, but it's still large. Anyways, he's not going to worry about this crap unless it happens.]

Yeah. [Sometime the rooms are cheaper. Sometimes they're more expensive. Depends on the hotel. This one's cheaper. Mostly due to the longer elevator ride and wind up there.]

It's weird you have a phone and don't know what a damn elevator is. [For all he knows, it could've been some "magical" shell that managed to hook up to a phone. Magic's fucking weird!] What about TV or cars?

[Might as well gauge what Dito knows. Bakugou frowns at the phone Dito offers him. Shit, that's the simplest smartphone he's even seen. Is that even worthy of the "smart" prefix? It's not a dumbphone, but...]

[ohihateyou]

[ There are no laws in Midgard not made and enforced by Intoners, as far as Dito knows. So he's also very unconcerned about police because it's just not a concept in his mind. But thankfully none of that appears to matter at the moment, especially since he's being asked very strange questions and he has to deal with that, apparently. ]

I know what an elevator is. [ It elevates! He even looks slightly offended by the accusation that he wouldn't, though the confusion on his face a moment later completely invalidates that. ] TV or cars? Uh?
[ There is always a chance he's seen these things and just hadn't learned the names of them, but for now, he just shrugs.

He's not even actually heard the term 'smartphone'. All he knows is that he can write with it, and watch streams and take photos, though he's still not sure how to do that last one. So that's good enough. ]

Is it really all that important? Like, someone gave me a phone because they naturally missed me too much when I had shit to do away from them. But that other stuff... do I need to know it?

[blastedass]

[He'd rather deal with this technology gap than go into detail about his world politics and rules versus Dito's. The elevator's nearing the top, so they'll have to continue when the door dings and slides open, revealing the hallway. It's a little noisier up here, with the wind outside and some of the AC unit vents secured to the roof. Go figure.]

Tch, that explains a lot. [It's like talking to a guy out of a video game or something. Bakugou heads out of the elevator, waits for Dito to follow, and makes towards their room. If the guy's curious, he can show him on the phone. Despite them coming here for a certain reason, Bakugou's starting to become less driven about fucking this guy's brains out. No, it's not cause he gives a shit or has any pity crap on him! Just it's pathetic Dito knows so little!

About Japan. Duh.]

Assuming you can connect to the internet, you can look up a bunch of shit on it. [Bakugou swipes the card through the door lock and the light above it changes from red to green.] How often do you get bored?