[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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?
[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?
[ 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. ]
[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...]
[ 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?
[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?
[ Dito had been told that all of Japan was near the sea, which absolutely killed his enthusiasm to ever visit. And he barely has any reason to learn weird little facts about places he wants to go, so there's never been any reason for him to find out anything about Japan.
The noise doesn't really bother him, or even draw his attention. He's still thinking over the few things that have already come up as he follows Bakugou down the hallway, still wondering what they are. But he soon realizes it can't possibly be that important if it hasn't come up before now, and starts pushing it out of his mind. ]
I'm pretty sure I can do that, I guess. [ Sounds familiar, anyway. ] I don't know. I was bored enough to come here.
[Someone didn't bother to tell Dito how the fucking world works if he thinks Japan's some tiny island with the sea visible everywhere he looks. Did he even bother to look at a damn globe? Questions Bakugou's not going to ask because he doesn't really want to know or get involved in that conversation. Ugh. Stupid ass outsider...
Bakugou walks into the room, telling Dito to shut the door behind him. It's a nice room, spacious with a single large bed, a couch and two chairs, small table, dual dresser, and the usual amenities of a hotel room. Kind of crisp and clean, something that's both nice and a little off setting if you want to crash in here for sex. Not that it'll matter too long.]
If you're bored you can look up shit on your phone and learn crap! [How the fuck is that kind of question NOT obvious?! Bakugou throws the curtains of the window open, revealing a much-higher view of the city around them.] You don't even sound like you're from Earth.
[ He doesn't really need to be told to close the door, but he doesn't bother arguing it either. And once that's done, Dito turns to look around the room, immediately starting to pull at the fastenings around his waist. Of course, he's not suddenly stripping. There's just no need to keep his spear on now, and he can't sit comfortably with it anyway. ]
Yeah, I could if I really had a reason to. The fuck would I use any of that information for? I'm only here because you invited me for whatever reason.
[ The window very quickly draws his attention, and he gravitates toward it, setting his spear down on the way. The height is definitely impressive, mostly because he's walked higher and it's been much more miserable to do so. Elevators, huh. Can you install those on mountains?
The next accusation pulls him away, though, and he gives Bakugou the most confused, 'what the hell is wrong with you' type of look. Of all the things Bakugou knows about him, how could that fact still be a secret? ] Yeah, well.
[He got told anyways. Bakugou notes the tug of cloth, but recognizes it's the spear holding and says nothing to it. He'd rather the guy not end up dragging that thing around the entire room. Put it by the wall and be done with it. It's not like he doesn't have his own gear, a small portable support item under his jacket. Which Bakugou starts unzipping and dealing with once he's done with the curtains.]
Never mind. You're fucking shit at following a conversation.
[Leaving the window, he sheds his jacket and tosses it over one of the chairs, then pulls a leather-strapped pouch off from his shoulder to follow. Phone in armor goes on the dresser nearby for easy reach. Bakugou sinks down on the bed and hikes a knee up to tug at his boot laces while Dito gets lost in the window view.]
Stop giving me that look! I just wanted to fucking confirm it instead of assuming! [Grumbling, he pulls his boot off and drops it on the floor.] Could've been some mental shitjob with skills.
What the hell- You're asking me about a bunch of shit I don't know about, and I don't see why I even need to know it just to be here for a minute. How am I not following?
[ Maybe Dito did miss something somewhere with all the technological machine talk, but as far as he can tell, that's what that's been about. He just doesn't care as much as Bakugou appears to want him to. Perhaps that's the problem. ]
Look, how much do you know about song magic and summoning angels? How much of that shit do you think you'd need to know if I invited you over?
[ Only after coming up with that does he stop with the look, moving across the room to drop into a chair and watch Bakugou from there. That is quite a lot to remove, but for some reason his one(1) spear was a ~huge problem~. It does remind him that he probably doesn't need his armored vest either, so that also comes off, tossed onto the other chair. ]
What you'd need to know is that you'd have to get your ass through a fuckton of guards and an underwater fortress. And I'd tell you that shit in advance, unlike all the warning you decided not to give me.
Just forget it! Fuck! It's not important anymore! [He already got the pieces he needed to know. Dito didn't deal with boredom, but he had access to the internet somehow, and now he's got some inkling of Japan, so if he's bored and wants to dick around online and look up more information about the place he might come back do, he can!
Somehow that line of logic has been planted in his head in some form or another and if it ever lines up, boom, Bakugou's comment will make sense. Hindsight's 20/20. Or some shit like that. And no, he's not going to explain that thought process to Dito. Too long an answer and he doesn't give a shit enough.]
Magic doesn't exist and angels are just one name for something a lot of cultures think are real but don't have any real proof about. [As for the second question, Bakugou just gives Dito a weird look.] I'm not going to whatever realm you come from. I got shit to do here.
[He goes back to his boot, tugging the laces open and pulling it off with another subsequent toss. Dammit, the spear wasn't a "problem" to remove. It was not wanting him to drag the blade across the fucking surface of anything! Most people don't walk around with a giant ass polearm in modern society.]
Why the hell would I have to get through all that if you're there? You just tell them I'm with you and we fucking walk by. And don't bitch at me; I didn't know you were gonna show up with a spear and shorts.
If I'm there, I'm probably comfortable somewhere. I'm not going all the way outside just to let you in.
[ That's just a huge hassle. More of a hassle than figuring out how to get to Japan, apparently, though that was really more that he hates it there and likes to spend as little time there as possible. Still, Dito is incredibly lazy, so if he did invite someone over, there's a good chance they're just on their own until they find him. ]
And of course I'm going to bring my spear. You never know what the hell to expect in an unknown situation. It'd be stupid not to go prepared. Anyway...
[ Magic doesn't exist and angels aren't real? That gets him wondering if Bakugou actually believed any of the stuff they'd discussed, and why he'd talk about it for so long if he didn't. It's not his job to make people believe things, though, and he really, really doesn't want to talk or think about Five right now, so he just lets it go, moving on. ]
Didn't you want to come over to fuck me on a chair or... something? [ Something like that, anyway. ]
[At least Bakugou had the decency to give him an address and met him there to walk him inside and through the crap that goes with renting a hotel room. Another reason why he didn't want to invite Dito onto U.A. campus grounds. There'd be security issues as well and likely a denial because wft is this kid from another world doing?
Good to know he predicted this guy's dick move already and saved himself the trouble of going to Dito's place. Not that he'd want to if it meant meeting the bitch that shackled him.]
You're the "unknown situation" in this case. [As far as everyone in Bakugou's world would be concerned. Luckily the convention and cosplay thing is real, so... yeah. Plus heroes. Who's to say Dito didn't have a spear or transforming Quirk?
Bakugou would rather not talk about the Bitch either. Dito came here to get away from her. Which leads to the next part. Yeah, they did meet with the intent of fucking, but...]
We can, or if you wanna do something different, fine. [Dragging the guy here just to do what he always does? Hmph. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] Unless ya got a patience issue, I'm gonna grab a shower first. You wanna come?
[ For many various reasons, Five being a big one, but also just the hassle of getting in, and the fact that it is in the sea for some stupid reason. Dito would likely never actually invite anyone he didn't truly hate there. Even if that means he ends up getting invited elsewhere with the barest of information and no warning that it's fucking freezing and whatever the whole deal is with the weapon situation. Although he doesn't actually even own any pants, it still would've been nice to know.
At least the room is warmer, and he's pretty comfortable in his chair, especially after finding that it swivels and he can lazily sway it back and forth with a foot. ]
It's an unknown situation from my perspective. But whatever, I'm here now. I know... enough, I guess. [ Maybe? ] And I didn't come here to 'do something different'. I'm curious.
[ Mostly curious as to whether Bakugou actually intended to go through with it, which he's highly doubted since he agreed to meet. But even if he does, Dito's more than happy with that. Yes, it is 'what he always does', but there's a huge difference between it being the part of his job he literally hates the most and actually wanting to do it, and possibly even -gasp- enjoying himself. ]
[Whine more. It's not that fucking cold out and Dito wasn't standing in the snow long enough for his legs to go numb. Bakugou has no idea how long he was standing, because apparently the guy could just... be there, or something. But secretly he's glad he left immediately instead of waiting or else Dito'd be in a lot worse mood. And half frozen. If he was an idiot and stayed outside. But hey, how's he supposed to know if some otherworld person even gets bothered by cold?
Watching the guy swing around in the chair like some kid is a strange disconnect from knowing he's some kind of sex slave warrior with a perverted violent streak. Guess that's what happens when you're just... made instead of born naturally. Or whatever Dito mentioned way back there.]
Yeah, you didn't. But you got the chance now. If you want, say so. Or shut up and wait to get fucked.
[He's deliberately making Dito wait, just to see if the guy actually did want to take advantage of the opportunity. He said he could go around and do whatever he wanted while Five wasn't making him fuck her. But Bakugou has no idea what that "whatever he wanted" entailed. Whatever. Sex is gonna happen one way or another.]
Right. [With that, he heads for the bathroom, pulling his shirt up his torso as he goes and revealing a muscular back with visible definitions and two large puncture-wound scars on the back of his left shoulder and lower right side. The shower turns on with a husk in the bathroom and steam starts to drift from the door a while later.]
[ Dito has climbed snowy mountains and even gotten caught up in an avalanche or two, so he really only bitches about it on principle. You can't just not tell people it's snowing!
If swinging the chair makes him seem like a kid, it's probably best not to note that he can only reach the floor with a toe in the first place, and that's because he has shoes on. But they don't have swivel chairs back home, okay. And anyone could get caught up in that oddly comforting motion. They don't have to be a magical construct that was only created about two years ago. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. [ He waves a hand dismissively. If he can think of anything else he wants to do, he's pretty sure he can do it whenever. It doesn't have to be right now. There is an almost zero chance they'll fuck and then he'll immediately dissolve into seafoam.
He's fine with waiting, too, as it's not like he's desperate, and Bakugou really has too much muscle to be his ideal type. Thankfully, he can overlook some things for the sake of a good time. He does find himself wondering what's with all the wounds, and he might even ask if he still remembers by the time Bakugou returns. For now, he busies himself with taking off his boots, gloves and other extra clothing to then spend his time inspecting the rest of the room in just his shorts and a light shirt. At some point, Bakugou may even hear the television over the shower, before Dito discovers the volume button and turns it down. ]
[Guess what he didn't tell Dito: It's snowing. The guy's not dead, so Bakugou's put it out of his mind as he strips down and gets into the shower. The hot water eases some of the tension in his back, shoulders, and neck. Dealing with the other guy's a fucking pain. He swears Dito's difficult on purpose.
Still a kid for spinning around in the chair. Even if almost everyone does it because why the fuck not. It's a good feeling, brings some of that childhood innocence back no matter how old you are. Unless dizziness is a problem. Bakugou pops the shampoo and pours some out. These tiny shitty bottles are a damn joke. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash slash fucking toothpaste for all he knows.
Is it because he feels dirty? Nah. He's washing because he wants to. Especially if he's gonna be screwing around with someone. Doesn't want to give Dito more opportunity to be difficult for no damn reason. Shampoo and conditioner done, a bar of soap follows. He's quick but thorough and it's less than ten minutes before the blonde returns from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam still curling off his skin as he scuffs at his hair with a smaller towel.
Someone's found the remote for the damn television. Bakugou sets the towel around his neck, noticing Dito's stripped off most of his clothes. Looks like a fucking camper...]
[ Surprisingly, Dito isn't always a problem on purpose. He just has no reason or desire to filter himself because he doesn't care if people get close to him or not. In fact, he'd really just find it weird if anyone did. By the time Bakugou returns, Dito is standing by the bed, transfixed on the television. Not because he's ~amazed~ at the technology. He's actually seen this one a couple of times before (he just has no idea what it's called, hence his confusion earlier), so no one's going to get the whole 'omg how do the tiny people get in the box' ridiculousness today. No, he's just trying to figure out what is even going on in the stupid game show he'd managed to find. ]
No goddamn idea. Seems like some kind of contest, but they just keep stopping to talk, then run around... What even is the point of this?
[ Oh. Wait, Bakugou's back. That means he can go wash as well. It's not something he always does, but he's sure he smells like the sea, and if he's got the opportunity, he may as well wash that off. Tearing himself away from the television, he gives Bakugou a look. Muscles or not, he has to admit the guy is actually attractive, which he appreciates. ]
Anyway... I'll be right back.
[ Stepping away, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it toward the pile of everything else, then starts work on his shorts. For someone who fights as much as he does, he's oddly blemish-free besides a bite mark just above his right hip. Dropping the shorts before he even gets to the bathroom, he soon disappears inside. ]
[Bakugou thinks it's not a matter of filtering so much as it is just being annoying. Feels like Dito pushes a shitload of buttons, and the worst part is, he's not even sure the guy's doing it on purpose or not. Then again, given the whole "i'm a sex slave" thing, maybe that wasn't something he was trained in... Fucking excuse.
Thank god he doesn't get questions about the little people in a box, though he braced himself for it when he saw Dito watching the TV with his eyes doing their impression of slack-jawed mesmerism. Or, once he gets a look at what the other boy's watching, a run of confusion. Great, of all the channels, Dito had to land on one of these things.]
It's a game show. You're gonna miss the part where they try to fit through the walls.
[He rubs at the back of his ear with the towel, not bothered at all that Dito won't be around for the actual "reward" part of all that talk and running hither dither. Well, if he's gonna strip out of his shirt and shorts while staying near the bed, maybe he'll be around long enough to catch the first round. Multiple colored walls of wood, each with silhouette shapes cut out of them, with the contestants trying to match the poses and fit through them without getting knocked into the foam pit at the end of the track. It's as stupid as it sounds, but hey, Japanese games shows can get wacky.]
Right knob controls the cold water. Left controls the hot. Shower head's detachable.
[Noting Dito's lack of scars (is that a fucking bite mark?) Bakugou's left wondering if the guy has some kind of regenerative powers or if he's just that damn good of a warrior. Tch, at least he's getting a shower. Guess he'll sit here and wait to see if Dito gets soap in his eyes or something.]
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Date: 8/24/23 03:45 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 8/24/23 04:08 (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 8/24/23 16:22 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 8/24/23 23:01 (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 8/25/23 02:33 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 8/25/23 03:01 (UTC)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?
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Date: 8/25/23 03:42 (UTC)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?]
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Date: 8/25/23 04:29 (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 8/25/23 04:43 (UTC)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...]
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Date: 8/25/23 04:59 (UTC)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?
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Date: 8/25/23 05:18 (UTC)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?
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Date: 8/25/23 05:31 (UTC)The noise doesn't really bother him, or even draw his attention. He's still thinking over the few things that have already come up as he follows Bakugou down the hallway, still wondering what they are. But he soon realizes it can't possibly be that important if it hasn't come up before now, and starts pushing it out of his mind. ]
I'm pretty sure I can do that, I guess. [ Sounds familiar, anyway. ] I don't know. I was bored enough to come here.
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Date: 8/25/23 17:26 (UTC)Bakugou walks into the room, telling Dito to shut the door behind him. It's a nice room, spacious with a single large bed, a couch and two chairs, small table, dual dresser, and the usual amenities of a hotel room. Kind of crisp and clean, something that's both nice and a little off setting if you want to crash in here for sex. Not that it'll matter too long.]
If you're bored you can look up shit on your phone and learn crap! [How the fuck is that kind of question NOT obvious?! Bakugou throws the curtains of the window open, revealing a much-higher view of the city around them.] You don't even sound like you're from Earth.
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Date: 8/25/23 18:12 (UTC)Yeah, I could if I really had a reason to. The fuck would I use any of that information for? I'm only here because you invited me for whatever reason.
[ The window very quickly draws his attention, and he gravitates toward it, setting his spear down on the way. The height is definitely impressive, mostly because he's walked higher and it's been much more miserable to do so. Elevators, huh. Can you install those on mountains?
The next accusation pulls him away, though, and he gives Bakugou the most confused, 'what the hell is wrong with you' type of look. Of all the things Bakugou knows about him, how could that fact still be a secret? ] Yeah, well.
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Date: 8/25/23 20:28 (UTC)Never mind. You're fucking shit at following a conversation.
[Leaving the window, he sheds his jacket and tosses it over one of the chairs, then pulls a leather-strapped pouch off from his shoulder to follow. Phone in armor goes on the dresser nearby for easy reach. Bakugou sinks down on the bed and hikes a knee up to tug at his boot laces while Dito gets lost in the window view.]
Stop giving me that look! I just wanted to fucking confirm it instead of assuming! [Grumbling, he pulls his boot off and drops it on the floor.] Could've been some mental shitjob with skills.
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Date: 8/26/23 01:15 (UTC)[ Maybe Dito did miss something somewhere with all the technological machine talk, but as far as he can tell, that's what that's been about. He just doesn't care as much as Bakugou appears to want him to. Perhaps that's the problem. ]
Look, how much do you know about song magic and summoning angels? How much of that shit do you think you'd need to know if I invited you over?
[ Only after coming up with that does he stop with the look, moving across the room to drop into a chair and watch Bakugou from there. That is quite a lot to remove, but for some reason his one(1) spear was a ~huge problem~.
It does remind him that he probably doesn't need his armored vest either, so that also comes off, tossed onto the other chair. ]
What you'd need to know is that you'd have to get your ass through a fuckton of guards and an underwater fortress. And I'd tell you that shit in advance, unlike all the warning you decided not to give me.
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Date: 8/26/23 03:14 (UTC)Somehow that line of logic has been planted in his head in some form or another and if it ever lines up, boom, Bakugou's comment will make sense. Hindsight's 20/20. Or some shit like that. And no, he's not going to explain that thought process to Dito. Too long an answer and he doesn't give a shit enough.]
Magic doesn't exist and angels are just one name for something a lot of cultures think are real but don't have any real proof about. [As for the second question, Bakugou just gives Dito a weird look.] I'm not going to whatever realm you come from. I got shit to do here.
[He goes back to his boot, tugging the laces open and pulling it off with another subsequent toss. Dammit, the spear wasn't a "problem" to remove. It was not wanting him to drag the blade across the fucking surface of anything! Most people don't walk around with a giant ass polearm in modern society.]
Why the hell would I have to get through all that if you're there? You just tell them I'm with you and we fucking walk by. And don't bitch at me; I didn't know you were gonna show up with a spear and shorts.
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Date: 8/26/23 03:42 (UTC)[ That's just a huge hassle. More of a hassle than figuring out how to get to Japan, apparently, though that was really more that he hates it there and likes to spend as little time there as possible. Still, Dito is incredibly lazy, so if he did invite someone over, there's a good chance they're just on their own until they find him. ]
And of course I'm going to bring my spear. You never know what the hell to expect in an unknown situation. It'd be stupid not to go prepared. Anyway...
[ Magic doesn't exist and angels aren't real? That gets him wondering if Bakugou actually believed any of the stuff they'd discussed, and why he'd talk about it for so long if he didn't. It's not his job to make people believe things, though, and he really, really doesn't want to talk or think about Five right now, so he just lets it go, moving on. ]
Didn't you want to come over to fuck me on a chair or... something?
[ Something like that, anyway. ]
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Date: 8/26/23 03:53 (UTC)[At least Bakugou had the decency to give him an address and met him there to walk him inside and through the crap that goes with renting a hotel room. Another reason why he didn't want to invite Dito onto U.A. campus grounds. There'd be security issues as well and likely a denial because wft is this kid from another world doing?
Good to know he predicted this guy's dick move already and saved himself the trouble of going to Dito's place. Not that he'd want to if it meant meeting the bitch that shackled him.]
You're the "unknown situation" in this case. [As far as everyone in Bakugou's world would be concerned. Luckily the convention and cosplay thing is real, so... yeah. Plus heroes. Who's to say Dito didn't have a spear or transforming Quirk?
Bakugou would rather not talk about the Bitch either. Dito came here to get away from her. Which leads to the next part. Yeah, they did meet with the intent of fucking, but...]
We can, or if you wanna do something different, fine. [Dragging the guy here just to do what he always does? Hmph. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] Unless ya got a patience issue, I'm gonna grab a shower first. You wanna come?
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Date: 8/26/23 04:49 (UTC)[ For many various reasons, Five being a big one, but also just the hassle of getting in, and the fact that it is in the sea for some stupid reason.
Dito would likely never actually invite anyone he didn't truly hate there. Even if that means he ends up getting invited elsewhere with the barest of information and no warning that it's fucking freezing and whatever the whole deal is with the weapon situation. Although he doesn't actually even own any pants, it still would've been nice to know.
At least the room is warmer, and he's pretty comfortable in his chair, especially after finding that it swivels and he can lazily sway it back and forth with a foot. ]
It's an unknown situation from my perspective. But whatever, I'm here now. I know... enough, I guess. [ Maybe? ] And I didn't come here to 'do something different'. I'm curious.
[ Mostly curious as to whether Bakugou actually intended to go through with it, which he's highly doubted since he agreed to meet. But even if he does, Dito's more than happy with that. Yes, it is 'what he always does', but there's a huge difference between it being the part of his job he literally hates the most and actually wanting to do it, and possibly even -gasp- enjoying himself. ]
Uh, but nah, I can wait. Just don't take forever.
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Date: 8/26/23 05:00 (UTC)[Whine more. It's not that fucking cold out and Dito wasn't standing in the snow long enough for his legs to go numb. Bakugou has no idea how long he was standing, because apparently the guy could just... be there, or something. But secretly he's glad he left immediately instead of waiting or else Dito'd be in a lot worse mood. And half frozen. If he was an idiot and stayed outside. But hey, how's he supposed to know if some otherworld person even gets bothered by cold?
Watching the guy swing around in the chair like some kid is a strange disconnect from knowing he's some kind of sex slave warrior with a perverted violent streak. Guess that's what happens when you're just... made instead of born naturally. Or whatever Dito mentioned way back there.]
Yeah, you didn't. But you got the chance now. If you want, say so. Or shut up and wait to get fucked.
[He's deliberately making Dito wait, just to see if the guy actually did want to take advantage of the opportunity. He said he could go around and do whatever he wanted while Five wasn't making him fuck her. But Bakugou has no idea what that "whatever he wanted" entailed. Whatever. Sex is gonna happen one way or another.]
Right. [With that, he heads for the bathroom, pulling his shirt up his torso as he goes and revealing a muscular back with visible definitions and two large puncture-wound scars on the back of his left shoulder and lower right side. The shower turns on with a husk in the bathroom and steam starts to drift from the door a while later.]
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Date: 8/26/23 06:01 (UTC)If swinging the chair makes him seem like a kid, it's probably best not to note that he can only reach the floor with a toe in the first place, and that's because he has shoes on. But they don't have swivel chairs back home, okay. And anyone could get caught up in that oddly comforting motion. They don't have to be a magical construct that was only created about two years ago. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. [ He waves a hand dismissively. If he can think of anything else he wants to do, he's pretty sure he can do it whenever. It doesn't have to be right now. There is an almost zero chance they'll fuck and then he'll immediately dissolve into seafoam.
He's fine with waiting, too, as it's not like he's desperate, and Bakugou really has too much muscle to be his ideal type. Thankfully, he can overlook some things for the sake of a good time. He does find himself wondering what's with all the wounds, and he might even ask if he still remembers by the time Bakugou returns. For now, he busies himself with taking off his boots, gloves and other extra clothing to then spend his time inspecting the rest of the room in just his shorts and a light shirt. At some point, Bakugou may even hear the television over the shower, before Dito discovers the volume button and turns it down. ]
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Date: 8/27/23 02:33 (UTC)Still a kid for spinning around in the chair. Even if almost everyone does it because why the fuck not. It's a good feeling, brings some of that childhood innocence back no matter how old you are. Unless dizziness is a problem. Bakugou pops the shampoo and pours some out. These tiny shitty bottles are a damn joke. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash slash fucking toothpaste for all he knows.
Is it because he feels dirty? Nah. He's washing because he wants to. Especially if he's gonna be screwing around with someone. Doesn't want to give Dito more opportunity to be difficult for no damn reason. Shampoo and conditioner done, a bar of soap follows. He's quick but thorough and it's less than ten minutes before the blonde returns from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam still curling off his skin as he scuffs at his hair with a smaller towel.
Someone's found the remote for the damn television. Bakugou sets the towel around his neck, noticing Dito's stripped off most of his clothes. Looks like a fucking camper...]
The hell are you watching?
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Date: 8/27/23 03:52 (UTC)By the time Bakugou returns, Dito is standing by the bed, transfixed on the television. Not because he's ~amazed~ at the technology. He's actually seen this one a couple of times before (he just has no idea what it's called, hence his confusion earlier), so no one's going to get the whole 'omg how do the tiny people get in the box' ridiculousness today. No, he's just trying to figure out what is even going on in the stupid game show he'd managed to find. ]
No goddamn idea. Seems like some kind of contest, but they just keep stopping to talk, then run around... What even is the point of this?
[ Oh. Wait, Bakugou's back. That means he can go wash as well. It's not something he always does, but he's sure he smells like the sea, and if he's got the opportunity, he may as well wash that off. Tearing himself away from the television, he gives Bakugou a look. Muscles or not, he has to admit the guy is actually attractive, which he appreciates. ]
Anyway... I'll be right back.
[ Stepping away, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it toward the pile of everything else, then starts work on his shorts. For someone who fights as much as he does, he's oddly blemish-free besides a bite mark just above his right hip. Dropping the shorts before he even gets to the bathroom, he soon disappears inside. ]
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Date: 8/27/23 04:27 (UTC)Thank god he doesn't get questions about the little people in a box, though he braced himself for it when he saw Dito watching the TV with his eyes doing their impression of slack-jawed mesmerism. Or, once he gets a look at what the other boy's watching, a run of confusion. Great, of all the channels, Dito had to land on one of these things.]
It's a game show. You're gonna miss the part where they try to fit through the walls.
[He rubs at the back of his ear with the towel, not bothered at all that Dito won't be around for the actual "reward" part of all that talk and running hither dither. Well, if he's gonna strip out of his shirt and shorts while staying near the bed, maybe he'll be around long enough to catch the first round. Multiple colored walls of wood, each with silhouette shapes cut out of them, with the contestants trying to match the poses and fit through them without getting knocked into the foam pit at the end of the track. It's as stupid as it sounds, but hey, Japanese games shows can get wacky.]
Right knob controls the cold water. Left controls the hot. Shower head's detachable.
[Noting Dito's lack of scars (is that a fucking bite mark?) Bakugou's left wondering if the guy has some kind of regenerative powers or if he's just that damn good of a warrior. Tch, at least he's getting a shower. Guess he'll sit here and wait to see if Dito gets soap in his eyes or something.]
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