I'll take you to it tomorrow. If it works out, move your shit into it.
[This guy's a real softie on kids, isn't he. Bakugo was a bear just to make him participate in his own class' Christmas party back home, snarling at people trying to stick santa sweaters and hats on his head like a cornered monster. Somehow they fucking succeeded... Should've killed them when he had the chance.
Anyways, the bookstore should serve as a nice-sized area for Vash to store his things. Plenty of shelves and bookshelves and tables and counters to categorize things. Might be a hole-in-the-wall kind of shop, but it has plenty of space for one person.]
Someone I knew ran it. One of his world-mates and I used it as a quiet place until he went home.
[Megumi and Bakugo escaped from the rush of the base and all the technology. Studying, reading, resting in the relative silence, surrounded by physical books and paper tomes. All three of them were good to sit there and say nothing. Bakugo offered to help cover some of the costs, but since Nanami refused, he repaid him by checking out books and helping clean/organize the place on occasion. So when Nanami left, it kind of... passed into his and Megumi's hands and care.]
No one told you not to eat it quickly? [Bakugo definitely would've kept his mouth shut and smirked when Vash's brain froze. Can't blame someone else for doing the same thing. He makes a face at the thought of Vash eating a whole pack of fucking peeps in one sitting.] What the hell, that shit's pure sugar! Of course you're gonna puke!
[Or get a headache or some bad shits. Bakugo rolls his eyes before giving the grilling items a few more runs around the skillet. Then pours in the bottle of alcohol Vash got him. Since it's small, he has to add some water to make up the difference, but it's not too diluted. A hiss of steam blooms upward, but settles, and he backs off to let it simmer and deglaze the pan at the same time.]
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[This guy's a real softie on kids, isn't he. Bakugo was a bear just to make him participate in his own class' Christmas party back home, snarling at people trying to stick santa sweaters and hats on his head like a cornered monster. Somehow they fucking succeeded... Should've killed them when he had the chance.
Anyways, the bookstore should serve as a nice-sized area for Vash to store his things. Plenty of shelves and bookshelves and tables and counters to categorize things. Might be a hole-in-the-wall kind of shop, but it has plenty of space for one person.]
Someone I knew ran it. One of his world-mates and I used it as a quiet place until he went home.
[Megumi and Bakugo escaped from the rush of the base and all the technology. Studying, reading, resting in the relative silence, surrounded by physical books and paper tomes. All three of them were good to sit there and say nothing. Bakugo offered to help cover some of the costs, but since Nanami refused, he repaid him by checking out books and helping clean/organize the place on occasion. So when Nanami left, it kind of... passed into his and Megumi's hands and care.]
No one told you not to eat it quickly? [Bakugo definitely would've kept his mouth shut and smirked when Vash's brain froze. Can't blame someone else for doing the same thing. He makes a face at the thought of Vash eating a whole pack of fucking peeps in one sitting.] What the hell, that shit's pure sugar! Of course you're gonna puke!
[Or get a headache or some bad shits. Bakugo rolls his eyes before giving the grilling items a few more runs around the skillet. Then pours in the bottle of alcohol Vash got him. Since it's small, he has to add some water to make up the difference, but it's not too diluted. A hiss of steam blooms upward, but settles, and he backs off to let it simmer and deglaze the pan at the same time.]