[Bakugo pauses from the table for a minute to grab two bottles of water from the minifridge. One to Vash, one to himself. The gunman's not wrong; Bakugo's not really one for guns despite the ammunition and grenades making up his hero gear. Can he use them? Yeah. And he's got great aim. Is he as skilled as Vash with them? Oh fuck no.]
I know how to sew. [As a little tot, he'd bring his torn clothes to his mom or dad for mending. But once he started wanting to do adult stuff to impress his friends, he demanded to learn how to sew so he could rely on himself. Patching, mending, that sort of thing. He doesn't know enough to make a fucking shirt or anything...]
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don't call him cute, dammit! rawr! (he is cute)
Date: 12/30/24 20:21 (UTC)I know how to sew. [As a little tot, he'd bring his torn clothes to his mom or dad for mending. But once he started wanting to do adult stuff to impress his friends, he demanded to learn how to sew so he could rely on himself. Patching, mending, that sort of thing. He doesn't know enough to make a fucking shirt or anything...]
You know how to whittle?