[ Choso makes for an okay burden to haul, given that he hasn't moved an inch since told, but the flipside is that the blood follows them. It oozes in their wake like a belated shadow, long and vast as a grounded pennant, it follows them all the way to the Revelation bathrooms, streams over tile and grout in that oilslick roil so that when Bakugo settles Choso into the tub's polished embrace, he isn't alone for long.
Red pours into the basin like an overflow in reverse. ]
A bitch. [ It is the clearest word he's said all damn day, for being two blessedly short syllables, and it's entirely at odds with the horrorshow of the blood flooding around his bagwormed body into the tub only to gurgle away down the drain.
Gross. But at least it's going somewhere conductive.
At the warning of the water, Choso nods his head, too wrapped up (literally, figuratively, spiritually) to bother with something as frivolous as embarrassment over their respective roles here. His head only bobs toward the sound of that voice, the anchor holding down the world while the phantom echoes of another human's lucid brain surgery sets the waters roiling. Eyes follow Bakugo's familiar figure easily; here shines a simple, implicit trust, a faith in this one entity among the countless many scattered throughout the base. ]
Khhhaygh. [ that was assent in there, somewhere, surely. ]
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Red pours into the basin like an overflow in reverse. ]
A bitch. [ It is the clearest word he's said all damn day, for being two blessedly short syllables, and it's entirely at odds with the horrorshow of the blood flooding around his bagwormed body into the tub only to gurgle away down the drain.
Gross. But at least it's going somewhere conductive.
At the warning of the water, Choso nods his head, too wrapped up (literally, figuratively, spiritually) to bother with something as frivolous as embarrassment over their respective roles here. His head only bobs toward the sound of that voice, the anchor holding down the world while the phantom echoes of another human's lucid brain surgery sets the waters roiling. Eyes follow Bakugo's familiar figure easily; here shines a simple, implicit trust, a faith in this one entity among the countless many scattered throughout the base. ]
Khhhaygh. [ that was assent in there, somewhere, surely. ]