[bakugo's already in the kitchen, a pair of black sweats and a black tank top with a bomb design on the side capping off some dark slips. while he could have just fried up the tofu and been done with it, he's not the kind of person to do something half-assed. nope, he's already got an ice cube try out and knocking two cubes of frozen oil + herbs from the mold into the skillet on the stove top.
he looks over his shoulder when choso arrives, noticing the slight swept appearance of his hair. did this guy just fucking run here? what a dork. though the interest in his face is pretty noticeable.]
I noticed.
[at least he didn't "I am here" which would've hit bakugo in the heart. so thanks for that, mess hair. he turns back to the plastic container and the cutting board, one hand snatching a knife from the block nearby.]
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Date: 4/21/24 23:04 (UTC)he looks over his shoulder when choso arrives, noticing the slight swept appearance of his hair. did this guy just fucking run here? what a dork. though the interest in his face is pretty noticeable.]
I noticed.
[at least he didn't "I am here" which would've hit bakugo in the heart. so thanks for that, mess hair. he turns back to the plastic container and the cutting board, one hand snatching a knife from the block nearby.]
You want thick cut or thin?