[What the fuck did he walk into? He immediately ducks backwards when a shimmer of blood runs past his face, eyes widening and body tensing up instinctively. Red eyes run from one place to the next, taking in the globs and ribbons of blood that haven't managed to paint themselves on the wall. And in the center of it all... Choso.
He's seen the man in a bad state before, but nothing like this. On the one hand, Bakugo doesn't know if this blood is from him, like some kind of ritual or training practice (he does have a blood manipulation technique); on the other, who the hell knows in this place what something like this could mean? Was he attacked, is this linked to someone else?
Bakugo cusses under his breath. Part of him thinks he should try to snipe the guy out of his trance with an AP Shot, but he without a way to know whether that's going to damage him further or not... It's when Choso rocks forward that Bakugo has to move. He ducks into the room, quickly using his explosions to knock blots of blood to the side, careful to avoid touching them. Choso (eventually) told him of his blood's toxicity towards others and Bakugo isn't planning on getting poisoned.
Relying on his acrobatics and speed to wind through the room, he clears a path from door to half-curse before dropping down to one knee in front of Choso.]
Oy! What's wrong? Can you talk? [He reaches out to rest his hand on a non-smeared part of Choso's body, eyes focused on him, though free hand ready to blast away another blood blob if it comes towards him.]
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He's seen the man in a bad state before, but nothing like this. On the one hand, Bakugo doesn't know if this blood is from him, like some kind of ritual or training practice (he does have a blood manipulation technique); on the other, who the hell knows in this place what something like this could mean? Was he attacked, is this linked to someone else?
Bakugo cusses under his breath. Part of him thinks he should try to snipe the guy out of his trance with an AP Shot, but he without a way to know whether that's going to damage him further or not... It's when Choso rocks forward that Bakugo has to move. He ducks into the room, quickly using his explosions to knock blots of blood to the side, careful to avoid touching them. Choso (eventually) told him of his blood's toxicity towards others and Bakugo isn't planning on getting poisoned.
Relying on his acrobatics and speed to wind through the room, he clears a path from door to half-curse before dropping down to one knee in front of Choso.]
Oy! What's wrong? Can you talk? [He reaches out to rest his hand on a non-smeared part of Choso's body, eyes focused on him, though free hand ready to blast away another blood blob if it comes towards him.]