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blastedass) wrote2020-08-08 04:37 pm
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Maybe. Do you like these better than the other kinds?
[Because he had a feeling, but really, it would be good luck on his guess.]
Tea is good. Thank you. [Don't want to go overboard with the sweets. Now he's also trying to imagine how laser tag must work. Sounds intriguing, even if he's having a hard time picturing it.] I see... was it fun?
[Because he had a feeling, but really, it would be good luck on his guess.]
Tea is good. Thank you. [Don't want to go overboard with the sweets. Now he's also trying to imagine how laser tag must work. Sounds intriguing, even if he's having a hard time picturing it.] I see... was it fun?
I'll charge you an arm and a leg for my expertise!
[Not really, but it wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't a brat about shit. He doesn't want her to waste food trying to experiment with shit unguided. It'd work out, right?]
[Not really, but it wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't a brat about shit. He doesn't want her to waste food trying to experiment with shit unguided. It'd work out, right?]
[ There are a multitude of things she could say back. Brat vs brat combat and all that. But, ever the master of the deadpan stare, she does just that to him for a few seconds before glancing away and tapping her chin. ]
So you want me to get the bio limbs, then? I mean, I guess I could. Might be more helpful for cooking.
So you want me to get the bio limbs, then? I mean, I guess I could. Might be more helpful for cooking.
I haven't had your other kinds.
[But given what he said, yeah, he'd like the dark chocolate and bittersweet better than the other versions.
Bakugou pulls out a bottle of tea, glass because he likes the feeling compared to the plastic, then hands it over to Raidou. Thought about tossing it, buuut... Bakugou brings over a bottle of tea for himself.]
Yeah. I've done it a few times and each time, we left the other team a fucked-up mess.
[So competitive!]
[But given what he said, yeah, he'd like the dark chocolate and bittersweet better than the other versions.
Bakugou pulls out a bottle of tea, glass because he likes the feeling compared to the plastic, then hands it over to Raidou. Thought about tossing it, buuut... Bakugou brings over a bottle of tea for himself.]
Yeah. I've done it a few times and each time, we left the other team a fucked-up mess.
[So competitive!]
Sounds like I'm going to have to make some more, then. [There, that lines up at least the next two baking projects. He doesn't have a lot of time to dedicate to it - what with missions, training, two jobs and studying - but he likes to when he can. It's relaxing.
Raidou considers this, nodding. Sure, maybe he hasn't been feeling too great about his skills since he arrived here, but there's one thing he's still confident on, and that's his aim.]
Let me be on the opposing team next time.
Raidou considers this, nodding. Sure, maybe he hasn't been feeling too great about his skills since he arrived here, but there's one thing he's still confident on, and that's his aim.]
Let me be on the opposing team next time.
only for my eyes and lips.
[ what a selfish gift. denji is basically doing this for himself like a loser, but if bakugou can look past that and find the charm somewhere underneath— then it's a win.
it's nice of bakugou to allow mutual friends to smooch on him, as if anyone would try, but the thought counts. if only denji feels the same way. hey, just because he said he's 'fine' with not being the first option, it doesn't mean he'd want to see it happening. what he doesn't know ... won't hurt him. the half-devil will live by this practice. the 'i suddenly can't see or hear anything' rule. so healthy, right?
the countdown is lowkey ruining the sexy vibe he's feeling right now, but he can easily dismiss it. the 'source' still had boundaries holding him back, let's be real. that's why denji is being a gentleman and cleansing his soul of the naughty energy to focus on celebrating the hero's birthday. it's bakugou's day. not denji 'trying to score' day.
he'll be out in a bit and they probably won't do much anyway. it's unlikely they wouldn't run into the other outsiders wishing his partner a happy birthday. ]
[ what a selfish gift. denji is basically doing this for himself like a loser, but if bakugou can look past that and find the charm somewhere underneath— then it's a win.
it's nice of bakugou to allow mutual friends to smooch on him, as if anyone would try, but the thought counts. if only denji feels the same way. hey, just because he said he's 'fine' with not being the first option, it doesn't mean he'd want to see it happening. what he doesn't know ... won't hurt him. the half-devil will live by this practice. the 'i suddenly can't see or hear anything' rule. so healthy, right?
the countdown is lowkey ruining the sexy vibe he's feeling right now, but he can easily dismiss it. the 'source' still had boundaries holding him back, let's be real. that's why denji is being a gentleman and cleansing his soul of the naughty energy to focus on celebrating the hero's birthday. it's bakugou's day. not denji 'trying to score' day.
he'll be out in a bit and they probably won't do much anyway. it's unlikely they wouldn't run into the other outsiders wishing his partner a happy birthday. ]
[Maybe he was trying to be impressive?! Not like he thinks he can frighten Yuji.]
Whenever you wanna get your ass kicked.
Whenever you wanna get your ass kicked.
I'm not eating a ton of them.
[Fair warning. He doesn't make a habit of snacking on sweets, saving them for occasional desserts or things like these. Raidou's not going to have much luck dumping three bags of varieties on Bakugo's doorstep. A sampler grab-bag would be the more ideal route.
But hell if he's going to stop Raidou from learning more about baking. Bakugo makes time to cook his own things as well.
The blonde arches a brow at the suggestion. He's had pair up requests, but this is a first time to ask for the opposing team. A smirk curves the corner of his lips.]
Are you gonna try and beat me, Shashou?
[Fair warning. He doesn't make a habit of snacking on sweets, saving them for occasional desserts or things like these. Raidou's not going to have much luck dumping three bags of varieties on Bakugo's doorstep. A sampler grab-bag would be the more ideal route.
But hell if he's going to stop Raidou from learning more about baking. Bakugo makes time to cook his own things as well.
The blonde arches a brow at the suggestion. He's had pair up requests, but this is a first time to ask for the opposing team. A smirk curves the corner of his lips.]
Are you gonna try and beat me, Shashou?
[Yeah, he's already had practice with the deadpan stare and goes back eating without an issue. The sauce isn't a bad flavor despite being thinner than wanted. The texture of the rice cakes are pretty good too... He should ask about the brand she used. Just in case...]
Bio limbs? Your tentacles or something else?
Bio limbs? Your tentacles or something else?
you're not kissing my fucking shirt.
[not when he's got something else to kiss above it. or under it. or whatever. bakugou recognizes the shirt's a "denji gift" as well as one he's given himself, but whatever. it's not like he'd be wearing "kiss me" shirts outside in public anyways due to his pride. denji's got complete access to this shirt and bakugou's fine with that. besides... it's kind of endearing. like how a fucking hickey is also irritably endearing as a claim of sorts.
at least in bakugou's defense, he's not one for public displays of affection outside of a few tolerated instances. denji could get away with dropping an arm around him or flopping in his lap, but trying to bite his ear or kiss him in public is going to get a snarl out of the blonde bomber regardless. even if he'll probably let it happen... time will tell what bakugou's reaction will be if someone does try to get close to denji like that while in the hero's line of sight.
though if said someone is a stranger, or someone bakugou does not approve of, yeah. expect to get an aggressive interjection and/or threat for the other to back the fuck off or die.
one of the main reasons he's being somewhat flexible about it is due to remembering the after effects of certain things that've occurred here. like the hot springs making people more open to suggestive thoughts, that shit dating app and valentine day chocolates, the possibility of lilith deciding to air everyone's sexual fantasies (look, he's not putting it past those bastards) or anything else that could veer into that area. kaiju pheromones. who the fuck knows.
the last thing bakugou wants is for denji to wake up spooning someone unintentionally and then ripping himself a guilt-ridden new one for something that was out of his control. they can talk about exclusivity and loyalty in the future.
... not that bakugou's shacking up with anyone else.
HOW THE FUCK IS THE COUNTDOWN TO SEEING THE SOURCE OF SEXY GIFTS RUINING THE SEXY VIBE OF SAID GIFTS?! there are aspects of denji bakugou's never going to understand... fuck. if denji thinks whacking off to pictures is going to help avoid messing up a birthday date... okay so the intent is gentlemanly, sure. but if bakugou wants to be part of denji's "score" on his own birthday, whatchu gonna do about it, ripcord pec?
actually bakugou is literally going to drag denji out of the dorm and into the city specifically to avoid running into other outsiders. he's much better one-on-one than dealing with a fucking impromptu birthday party.
probably hit up a korean barbecue joint or grab a sports game if denji's up for something fun like that? ... aaand potentially inviting denji to spend the night with him for a sleepover way later in the day, after other people have bothered bakugou with birthday stuff.]
[not when he's got something else to kiss above it. or under it. or whatever. bakugou recognizes the shirt's a "denji gift" as well as one he's given himself, but whatever. it's not like he'd be wearing "kiss me" shirts outside in public anyways due to his pride. denji's got complete access to this shirt and bakugou's fine with that. besides... it's kind of endearing. like how a fucking hickey is also irritably endearing as a claim of sorts.
at least in bakugou's defense, he's not one for public displays of affection outside of a few tolerated instances. denji could get away with dropping an arm around him or flopping in his lap, but trying to bite his ear or kiss him in public is going to get a snarl out of the blonde bomber regardless. even if he'll probably let it happen... time will tell what bakugou's reaction will be if someone does try to get close to denji like that while in the hero's line of sight.
though if said someone is a stranger, or someone bakugou does not approve of, yeah. expect to get an aggressive interjection and/or threat for the other to back the fuck off or die.
one of the main reasons he's being somewhat flexible about it is due to remembering the after effects of certain things that've occurred here. like the hot springs making people more open to suggestive thoughts, that shit dating app and valentine day chocolates, the possibility of lilith deciding to air everyone's sexual fantasies (look, he's not putting it past those bastards) or anything else that could veer into that area. kaiju pheromones. who the fuck knows.
the last thing bakugou wants is for denji to wake up spooning someone unintentionally and then ripping himself a guilt-ridden new one for something that was out of his control. they can talk about exclusivity and loyalty in the future.
... not that bakugou's shacking up with anyone else.
HOW THE FUCK IS THE COUNTDOWN TO SEEING THE SOURCE OF SEXY GIFTS RUINING THE SEXY VIBE OF SAID GIFTS?! there are aspects of denji bakugou's never going to understand... fuck. if denji thinks whacking off to pictures is going to help avoid messing up a birthday date... okay so the intent is gentlemanly, sure. but if bakugou wants to be part of denji's "score" on his own birthday, whatchu gonna do about it, ripcord pec?
actually bakugou is literally going to drag denji out of the dorm and into the city specifically to avoid running into other outsiders. he's much better one-on-one than dealing with a fucking impromptu birthday party.
probably hit up a korean barbecue joint or grab a sports game if denji's up for something fun like that? ... aaand potentially inviting denji to spend the night with him for a sleepover way later in the day, after other people have bothered bakugou with birthday stuff.]
Cause it was stupid.
[Don't make shitty jokes like that. They're duds before they even leave the mouth.]
Can you use your extra arms for kitchen work?
[He knows she doesn't exactly like to, but hey, learning to use her gifts for positive efforts can go a long way to countering any negative associations with said gifts.]
[Don't make shitty jokes like that. They're duds before they even leave the mouth.]
Can you use your extra arms for kitchen work?
[He knows she doesn't exactly like to, but hey, learning to use her gifts for positive efforts can go a long way to countering any negative associations with said gifts.]
Then I guess I'll have to find someone else to be taste tester, then. [It's fine, he'll just make Yuji try them instead.]
You said it's shooting, right? I feel like I'm letting my marksmanship get rusty here. Let's go sometime.
You said it's shooting, right? I feel like I'm letting my marksmanship get rusty here. Let's go sometime.
[ there is a marked difference between when the bots cook versus when other outsiders commandeer the kitchens, choso notes, already picking out the new scents as he approaches the chef of the day.
he's... still in LILITH grey, honestly. fashion is nowhere high enough on choso's priority list this year. ]
Thin.
[ thick cut was blocks, blocks were easy, clumsy, too-big bites worth of a flavour he may or may not want in his mouth.
with hands folding diffidently behind his back, choso ambles forth to watch, eyes flicking over this casual fit (indicative of individual taste, huh) before settling on the arrangement on the counter. ]
he's... still in LILITH grey, honestly. fashion is nowhere high enough on choso's priority list this year. ]
Thin.
[ thick cut was blocks, blocks were easy, clumsy, too-big bites worth of a flavour he may or may not want in his mouth.
with hands folding diffidently behind his back, choso ambles forth to watch, eyes flicking over this casual fit (indicative of individual taste, huh) before settling on the arrangement on the counter. ]
[Chicken. And he'd return that it really was fucking stupid. Some babies are ugly. Some jokes are stupid. World's not passing out participation awards.]
Just sharp?
[She talked about their dangerous sides, but are they purely offensive weapons with no other alternates?]
Just sharp?
[She talked about their dangerous sides, but are they purely offensive weapons with no other alternates?]
Bu-?! How many are you making for a fucking taste test?!
[You only need to do some sampling while mixing and then one or two cookies on the tray for the baking! The batter keeps, dammit!
This is not Bakugo defending his right to be Raidou's taste tester, no of course not!
... he'll fight for it, dammit!]
Aa. All right. I've got time tomorrow. You sure you don't want to be on the winning team?
[Needle needle needle.]
[You only need to do some sampling while mixing and then one or two cookies on the tray for the baking! The batter keeps, dammit!
This is not Bakugo defending his right to be Raidou's taste tester, no of course not!
... he'll fight for it, dammit!]
Aa. All right. I've got time tomorrow. You sure you don't want to be on the winning team?
[Needle needle needle.]
[if the outsiders are able to steal some of the cooking areas in the cafeteria. bakugo tends to keep to the everlight dorm's personal kitchen, not wanting to deal with the usual staff in the base mess hall.
dude, get some proper clothes. it's fucking weird seeing choso in that shitty jumper everyone got shoved on like some fucked-up space cadet on day one.]
You look like a damn grayscale.
[bakugo centers the tofu block on the cutting board, then takes to it with speed and precision, turning the entire thing into a "book" of thin-sliced tofu sheets. he could deep fry them, but nah, better stick to the general grill and move onto other options later.
the oil, herbs, and spices are already melting in the skillet on the stove top.]
dude, get some proper clothes. it's fucking weird seeing choso in that shitty jumper everyone got shoved on like some fucked-up space cadet on day one.]
You look like a damn grayscale.
[bakugo centers the tofu block on the cutting board, then takes to it with speed and precision, turning the entire thing into a "book" of thin-sliced tofu sheets. he could deep fry them, but nah, better stick to the general grill and move onto other options later.
the oil, herbs, and spices are already melting in the skillet on the stove top.]
[He shrugs lightly.] I don't know. I'm still new at this.
[Hey, if Bakugo doesn't want to eat too many sweets, there are plenty of other people who will! He can just accept them when Raidou brings them by.]
I'm already on the winning team.
[He gives Bakugo a little grin as he pops the last bit of his cookie into his mouth. Raidou should know better than to egg Bakugo on when it comes to a competition, but he can't help it. It's too fun to tease him.]
[Hey, if Bakugo doesn't want to eat too many sweets, there are plenty of other people who will! He can just accept them when Raidou brings them by.]
I'm already on the winning team.
[He gives Bakugo a little grin as he pops the last bit of his cookie into his mouth. Raidou should know better than to egg Bakugo on when it comes to a competition, but he can't help it. It's too fun to tease him.]
You start with smaller batches.
[Bakugo might not want to eat too many sweets, but he's not completely adverse to them! And maybe he does want to sample Raidou's cooking. Sue him. Also cooking with the guy is a good experience because Raidou's not a damn ball of energy. The rambunctious type at least.]
What was that? [Bakugo narrows his eyes and leans towards Raidou, mouth curling in a challenging sneer.] Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you.
[He cracks his knuckles in one palm.]
[Bakugo might not want to eat too many sweets, but he's not completely adverse to them! And maybe he does want to sample Raidou's cooking. Sue him. Also cooking with the guy is a good experience because Raidou's not a damn ball of energy. The rambunctious type at least.]
What was that? [Bakugo narrows his eyes and leans towards Raidou, mouth curling in a challenging sneer.] Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you.
[He cracks his knuckles in one palm.]
So you can't use them like octopus tentacles.
[Meaning picking up a knife or handling a head of cabbage.]
You already cooked.
[Meaning picking up a knife or handling a head of cabbage.]
You already cooked.
I can do whatever I want with them. Anything you can think to do with your hands and even more.
[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]
I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.
[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]
I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.
[Raidou maintains his coy smile, not budging an inch. He remembers their skating race, and this would be no different.]
I would never assume that. I can tell you that I'm a better marksman than skater, though.
I would never assume that. I can tell you that I'm a better marksman than skater, though.
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