[ Even worse: sweatpants grey, and just as useless at coverage for entirely different reasons. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one’s POV, Choso isn’t fussed, registers it but doesn’t pay mind to exactly where Bakugo is touching (another detail to agonize over in the amorphous Later), never mind how the soft cotton is plastered to… well. Everything.
Just everything.
Regardless, Choso is busy, see. He’s busy snuffling, breath bursting out of him in a huff that could have been a chuckle or could have been a sob, fighting all the while to stem the flow.
Bakugo, explosive, powerful Bakugo, his hands are so gentle that it’s a different kind of hurt altogether. ]
Kechizu, ‘to bleed’.
[ More sniffles, but it’s clearer. Choso’s voice regaining strength. ]
His blood was powerfully caustic, but he couldn’t control it as Eso could. [ a thick swallow, another gulping breath. ] Eso, ‘rupturing phase’. His blood technique could decay the flesh of his enemies over time, but he could not manipulate his blood as I could.
no subject
Just everything.
Regardless, Choso is busy, see. He’s busy snuffling, breath bursting out of him in a huff that could have been a chuckle or could have been a sob, fighting all the while to stem the flow.
Bakugo, explosive, powerful Bakugo, his hands are so gentle that it’s a different kind of hurt altogether. ]
Kechizu, ‘to bleed’.
[ More sniffles, but it’s clearer. Choso’s voice regaining strength. ]
His blood was powerfully caustic, but he couldn’t control it as Eso could. [ a thick swallow, another gulping breath. ] Eso, ‘rupturing phase’. His blood technique could decay the flesh of his enemies over time, but he could not manipulate his blood as I could.