[Bakugo can carry a lot despite his size, more with his Quirk, but that's not happening here. Shit. He'd hoped to have that blood all wrapped up in the blankets, but figures the trail following them from the room is less what's coming out of Choso and more what's already come out. Hopefully it's not going to crawl up his fucking backside or something.
It also means he's getting out of the way once Choso's settled in the tub and the blood slithers back in like a damn gummy snake. Then more. Yeah, excuse him for perching on the counter with his hands, legs up, until the blood's back where it wants to bed. Weird shit... Choso's response is clearer than the past ones, but he's happier to hear the blood going down the drain. Once it's not as mobile, Bakugo turns on the water, keeping it small and slow for now so it can warm up first without spraying Choso with a freezing shower. Not that it's shower yet; the faucet's left to pour down into the drain.]
I'm gonna find some gloves.
[As the water warms up, Bakugo ransacks the bathrooms cabinets, sink, closet, and finally finds a box of rubber gloves. That'll have to do. He snaps them on, grabs a bunch of towels from the closet, and then opens the toilet nearby before pouring cleaner and bleach into the commode's bowl. Only then does he check the water and deem it warm.]
Gonna open these. Don't shoot me in the face.
[He starts working on the blankets to peel them open from the front, trying to avoid the blood and using the water to splash onto the man's legs and waist to start washing the blood off.]
I'll wash you off so you can bleed freely.
[This is more than Bakugo would ever say normally, but he has the feeling his voice is keeping Choso grounded, so dictating his moves helps to serve that and keep the man knowledgeable of what he's doing.]
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It also means he's getting out of the way once Choso's settled in the tub and the blood slithers back in like a damn gummy snake. Then more. Yeah, excuse him for perching on the counter with his hands, legs up, until the blood's back where it wants to bed. Weird shit... Choso's response is clearer than the past ones, but he's happier to hear the blood going down the drain. Once it's not as mobile, Bakugo turns on the water, keeping it small and slow for now so it can warm up first without spraying Choso with a freezing shower. Not that it's shower yet; the faucet's left to pour down into the drain.]
I'm gonna find some gloves.
[As the water warms up, Bakugo ransacks the bathrooms cabinets, sink, closet, and finally finds a box of rubber gloves. That'll have to do. He snaps them on, grabs a bunch of towels from the closet, and then opens the toilet nearby before pouring cleaner and bleach into the commode's bowl. Only then does he check the water and deem it warm.]
Gonna open these. Don't shoot me in the face.
[He starts working on the blankets to peel them open from the front, trying to avoid the blood and using the water to splash onto the man's legs and waist to start washing the blood off.]
I'll wash you off so you can bleed freely.
[This is more than Bakugo would ever say normally, but he has the feeling his voice is keeping Choso grounded, so dictating his moves helps to serve that and keep the man knowledgeable of what he's doing.]