The style Bakugo wears is handsome, to say the least. Very commando meets grunge rock in a way. Zahc likes. He doesn't pull his tail away as fingers grab hold of the tip fin before giving it a flick. He is still all smiles as he keeps close to the hero. He gives a roll of his torso, down along his stomach, and to his hips. His movement fluid like a shark swimming in water or a trained belly dancer.
"Is it flattery if it's true?" He asks first before he steps away, motioning for Bakugo to come into the living room. He sits on the couch, back against one of the arm rests. It's long and the shark makes sure to leave enough room for the blond, his tail draped up and along the back of the sofa, out of the way.
"Oh don't worry, handsome hero Dynamight. I got a plan if, somehow, I lose. Pizza arrived just before you did. We got plenty to eat and I got beers in the fridge. Juice too. And water if you don't like beer or juice. But come on. Sit down. Relax a little. You look tense."
He likes loose and baggy that says "fuck with me and die" while still carrying an air of style about it. His mother didn't raise him to dress like he crawled out of a dumpster! (Is it hard to believe both his parents work in the fashion industry, yet somehow created this mess between them?) Zahc may or may not be wrong about the commando aspect. Not really wrong about that tail either as Bakugo keeps messing with it, tracing over the skin one way for a smoother run, then backwards for the sandpaper-like reverse sensation.
Red eyes linger on that lazy roll, impossible not to think of documentaries about sharks or seeing them glide past in the waters of an aquarium. He's never had the luxury of seeing one in the wild, isn't sure he wants to, but Zahc kind of makes the idea tempting... if he wasn't busy with said shark here and now.
"Uh-huh." Flattery's flattery. Bakugo brushes his tail from his waist before the guy can drag him around with it. He's clingier with that thing than Ojirou from Bakugo's class, but it's hard not to compare the two since Ojirou also has a thicker tail rather than the thin ones some Quirks give. Dropping his bag off his shoulder, he slings it to the side and lands the item on a nearby chair-- perfect shot --before sinking down on the couch beside Zahc. Kicks both legs up on the coffee table in front of him, arms folded over his chest.
"Keep calling me that and I'll feed you your own teeth." Getting called 'handsome' once is fine. Twice or more sounds suspicious and annoying. Pizza and beers is a nice consolation prize. Might gravitate to the juice or water, depending. He's picky about beer. Bakugo can hold his alcohol, but he's never much liked the taste of it. "Did you catch the news at seven? Fucking jewel robber tried holding up an entire subway train."
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Date: 4/9/26 03:08 (UTC)"Is it flattery if it's true?" He asks first before he steps away, motioning for Bakugo to come into the living room. He sits on the couch, back against one of the arm rests. It's long and the shark makes sure to leave enough room for the blond, his tail draped up and along the back of the sofa, out of the way.
"Oh don't worry, handsome hero Dynamight. I got a plan if, somehow, I lose. Pizza arrived just before you did. We got plenty to eat and I got beers in the fridge. Juice too. And water if you don't like beer or juice. But come on. Sit down. Relax a little. You look tense."
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Date: 4/9/26 04:46 (UTC)Red eyes linger on that lazy roll, impossible not to think of documentaries about sharks or seeing them glide past in the waters of an aquarium. He's never had the luxury of seeing one in the wild, isn't sure he wants to, but Zahc kind of makes the idea tempting... if he wasn't busy with said shark here and now.
"Uh-huh." Flattery's flattery. Bakugo brushes his tail from his waist before the guy can drag him around with it. He's clingier with that thing than Ojirou from Bakugo's class, but it's hard not to compare the two since Ojirou also has a thicker tail rather than the thin ones some Quirks give. Dropping his bag off his shoulder, he slings it to the side and lands the item on a nearby chair-- perfect shot --before sinking down on the couch beside Zahc. Kicks both legs up on the coffee table in front of him, arms folded over his chest.
"Keep calling me that and I'll feed you your own teeth." Getting called 'handsome' once is fine. Twice or more sounds suspicious and annoying. Pizza and beers is a nice consolation prize. Might gravitate to the juice or water, depending. He's picky about beer. Bakugo can hold his alcohol, but he's never much liked the taste of it. "Did you catch the news at seven? Fucking jewel robber tried holding up an entire subway train."