[Bakugo's only heard the other man's name; he's never met him before. The mention about sunlight is strange, bringing back some uncomfortable memories of what happened after the shitshow that was Romania. He shoves the thoughts away. Not his business, no point in going back there.]
No one said you couldn't splatter paint and pictures all over your damn walls.
[He bristles slightly at the implication HE grew up poor.]
You don't know shit how I grew up, so don't assume anything for me.
[His parents were rather well off, and both of them work in the fashion industry. He knows what interior decorating looks like.]
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[Bakugo's only heard the other man's name; he's never met him before. The mention about sunlight is strange, bringing back some uncomfortable memories of what happened after the shitshow that was Romania. He shoves the thoughts away. Not his business, no point in going back there.]
No one said you couldn't splatter paint and pictures all over your damn walls.
[He bristles slightly at the implication HE grew up poor.]
You don't know shit how I grew up, so don't assume anything for me.
[His parents were rather well off, and both of them work in the fashion industry. He knows what interior decorating looks like.]
Che, then go build a fancy bookshelf.