no? but i mean, i go out for dinner with people sometimes!
( He has a complicated relationship with eating. He likes to bring people snacks, and if he's asked along he'll absolutely go with, but meals are a little more difficult. At least he's trying to shake the Wolfwood malaise off, which means he's more than ready to accept an invitation. )
[he gave him the date, time, location, and intent, so that's what he expects to happen. bakugo usually does his cooking in the kitchen, but when it's busy in there, he'll retreat to his room for his own mini kitchen suite setup, including a minifridge, two portable burners, cutting boards, and a small fleet of cooking items.
though he could simply have everything ready and set up when vash got there, he has a feeling the guy would be more interested in watching bakugo do some cooking, so... he'll have things halfway done by the time vash arrives.]
( He's on time and even carrying a little box of pastries, which when Bakugo opens the door Vash is very quick to heft his way. )
I know you're supposed to bring a gift to these kinds of things, but I didn't know what you'd like so it's a tester box. ( For weddings! But it's fine. There's cake. ) Unless you don't like desserts.
( He hopes so, because while he still doesn't know about the alcohol thing he really does want to do something nice. Which includes rocking on his heels and taking a big old sniff. ) Wow, it smells really good in here.
[WHAT PART OF "JUST BRING YOUR STOMACH" DOES THIS GUY NOT UNDERSTAND?! ... Bakugo scowls at the offered gift, more out of frustration than any kind of anger. Ugh, Vash's parents trained him too well. Always the polite nice guy. Oh wait, he didn't have parents. Technically. Whoever taught him manners did it too well. Ren... he thinks?]
You don't have too. [Bakugo sweeps the box from Vash's hand and heads into the room, setting the offering in the minifridge for it to chill. Look, cool petite fours are nice.] Occasionally.
[He's not fond of decadent or overly-sugary things, sticking more with fruit popsicles for casual snacks and light cakes at events.]
Stop lurking in the doorway.
[That's an invite in. Despite Bakugo's aggressive nature and foul attitude, the hero's room is surprisingly smart. Neat and clean, everything is in a space and place, closet organized, dresser proper, bed made, books shelved, a corner where weights and workout items sit, desk supporting his computer and school supplies, a fold-down table currently affixed to the wall where he works on his gear, and the small kitchen set up mentioned before. A rice cooker sits on a sturdy shelf, a place of importance in his room. Atop one of the portable burners is a skillet with one of the bottles of alcohol the man got him earlier. Beside it is a mixture of diced chicken, scallions, two uncracked eggs, broccoli and herbs.]
( He's never found anything that he is anyway, not even with all the new foods that he's got to try here. He thinks maybe that's part and parcel of being a plant. Nosily his gaze swings around, ever curious about the space around him, the things it might tell him about his new friend. He absolutely wants to see what those books are, but maybe once they're closer. Then he can be a busybody. )
Oh, do I get to watch you make it? I should have brought a notepad so I could take some ideas down. I like your room. It's looking real homely. ( He should get some stuff. His is very bland. ) Also super tidy. I wish I could get mine this neat.
[Bakugo accepts that with a grunt and returns to the burner with the skillet atop. A quick pour of water sends up a sizzle from the hot metal and he rolls the skillet a few times to cover the pan. Steam blooms upward as the water quickly evaporates and cooks off. Something to prepare for while Vash wanders around his room like a curious cat.]
Figured you'd whine if I didn't let you. [Does he know Vash would've? Not really. But given how friendly and into things the guy is, plus never having someone cook for him, there's a good chance. And Bakugo's not Bakugo without the occasional dig at someone.] Haa?! How the hell can you be bad at keeping your room neat?!
[Dammit, Undercut! Does he need to teach you that too?! In goes the diced chicken, scallions, broccoli, and herbs, with the eggs kept to the side for the time being. A quick sizzle goes up once more and Bakugo settles into a quick combination of jerking the pan to toss the items inside and wielding a spatula to keep them in motion.]
Well, it's not necessarily my stuff messing the place up. I have a lot of things for the kids that I can't keep down at the orphanage for now. And then there's whatever Wolfwood left behind. ( Mostly nothing, but he hoards it with a strange desperation even if it is junk. ) I guess I'm just not used to having more things than would fit on my back.
( Quick escapes tended to be the aim of the game when it came to Vash. But he sidles up to where the cooking is happening, relaxed and easy going, a small-ish smile across his features. )
What are the green things?
( Listen, there's a vegetable shortage on No Man's Land and he's been working his way through a lot of food. He hasn't got this far yet. )
[The orphanage should have some kind of available area for Vash's supplies. Not sure why it wouldn't, yet if Vash needs a place for storage... Was he here when the first version of Nanami was? Because there was an earlier version of Vash too. Not sure. Tch-]
There's a bookstore no longer in use if you want to use it as storage. I have the key to it.
[First Nanami's bookstore. All the books were gathered and donated to the base's library (with permission from Nanami's world mates back then) but the little building itself remains in Bakugo's ownership and care once Megumi went back home.
Back to cooking.]
Scallions. Also called green onions. This is broccoli. [It took some previous knowledge to understand Vash didn't know any of this crap.] You've just been eating whatever they threw at you all this time?
Oh, really? That might help. It's mostly because I don't want anyone coming across it until it's time, you know? I've been winning the kids things at the arcade for Christmas. That and gathering donations for clothes and blankets. And you know what they're like. Prying eyes. So it's all just in my room.
( And while he has only just learnt about the holiday, he's committed to making it a good one for the orphans. A disused bookshop sounds curious though. Vash makes a soft noise, a hum of sound. ) Did you used to run it or something?
( Bakugo doesn't seem like a shopkeeper, but he also doesn't seem like a guy who cooks delicious smelling food. Speaking of-. ) Oh! Sort of? If people tell me something's good I have to try it, you know? Shaved ice was the best until it betrayed me with brain freeze, and then there was a little while where I made myself sick on these funny yellow peppers because the crunch was fun. But there's so much choice here, and I don't really have time to cook for myself so I mostly eat pre-packaged stuff.
( Eating's always been a funny thing for him any way. Either he'll gorge himself or he'll forget. And he's been putting it off more these days, busy and a little heartsick. But it's nice, to be cooked for, so he's going to let himself tonight. )
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.]
( Voice going a little ?! because while everything else is absolutely grand he's never seen anyone do that and it supersedes whatever else they've been talking about. Mostly because he spends his entire life around grizzled, miserable alcoholics and diner owners and why would they waste it like that? Sometimes they even hate when you have to use it for wound care! )
Woah.
( EARTH-SHATTERING. ) But wait, didn't you like it? I wasn't sure what kind to get. Because also, there's like a billion more boozes? Even more than they have in the cities here. You'll have to tell me which you'd prefer in case. Unless you don't drink. That's fine too. ( Hastily. ) People are allowed to do that.
Of course you can! It's fermented liquid! [Bakugo looks at the bottle Vash gave him and turns it around to show the guy the nutrition and ingredients list on the label. If the gunman thought cooking with alcohol was surprising, the next one's going to knock his head back-] It burns off the alcohol first and leaves the flavor and fluid behind.
[Thus creating a non-alcoholic dish for people who don't want to get drunk drinking your soup or, like Bakugo, don't want to drink alcohol period because he's not old enough. This might be Neo Tokyo, but it's till Tokyo! There are laws! Even if they aren't the same here, he's a responsible young man and the law is: no drinking until you're 20! well, no serious drinking. A sip won't get you thrown into prison.]
I'm not old enough to drink, Undercut. My country's legal age is 20. [Which is why he was initially miffed at receiving the bottles, but then amused and interested for this very reason.] But these- [he indicates the bottle] -are great for cooking with.
If you find more for a good price, pick 'em up.
[Small enough for a dish or two, keep well with a good shelf-life, and the bottles are reusable. It was a good gift, albeit not for the way Vash thought it'd be used. Surprise.]
Look him in the eyes. Watch his face journey. The colour draining. The mouth falling open. The dread. ) There's a legal age? ( There probably is in No Man's Land too, but he certainly hasn't come across it. People just gave him booze one day and he drank it. He thought that's what people did. He's seen people younger than him drink! He's bought -- WAS HE SCAMMED? ) Nooo, my streak. I haven't broke a law in months.
( Just scrubbing his hand down his face, pulling the skin. Then in a whisper. )
That was a terrible thank you gift, what the fuck?
[Don't look at him like you accidentally shot someone in the face! If he didn't know a bit about Vash's background, he would've yelled at him for being clueless. But he does, so... He gets a grumpy face regardless.]
In my world, idiot! I don't know what the laws are in this one. [For all Bakugo knows, it could be any drink any age no one cares cause there's a fucking monster rampaging through your city!] Stop freaking out!
[A law-abiding streak. It'd be funny if it weren't kind of pathetic. When Vash starts dragging at his face, Bakugo promptly smacks his hand right off his cheek. Enough of that self-abuse!]
( The smack seems to at least get him out of his own head, or at least Bakugo's physicality is something Vash is used to. He still makes a soft noise, an abortive little sound, because he's just constantly putting his foot in things. But it's okay, they're fine. )
Okay, I'll remember that from now on. Switch up what I give people.
( Because he does it a lot, and so far nobody's said anything so he thinks he's okay but what if the next person isn't as understanding as Bakugo. Or would take the booze as is when it's against the law. ) Okay, so cooking. It's good for cooking. I can't imagine telling people that back home, but I guess maybe they do it in the big cities too?
( In the towns he frequents, resources remain scarce. He can't imagine anyone being wasteful of something that pulls them from their heads. )
[Good. He was gonna upgrade to another pan if his hand didn't work. Bakugo rolls his eyes and returns to pushing the mixture around inside the skillet. Far too liquid to be called a "sauce" yet to go over the rice. The spatula fails to make a "dry" path on its way through the food. Vash didn't make a mistake. He was doing something nice for someone; Bakugo's not blaming the guy for not knowing the rules on someone else's world. If they even exist here.]
Huh? You've been giving everyone alcohol? [Is that Vash's go-to gift?! ... Okay so maybe it's high time someone let him know shoving beer and wine into people's hands as a present isn't the greatest idea.] Is it something valuable in your world?
[That'd explain while Vash would gift it to people at least. He doesn't know the law in this world; LILITH isn't exactly restricting people from anything. Hell, underaged Outsiders still went into the casinos during the Vegas trip. (Bakugo wasn't, until Wriothesley teased him about chaperoning... and he took him up on the offer grumpy like.)
But he doesn't want to shut down Vash from giving gifts either.]
If you don't have access to water, you can use it to make soup and broth. [Depending on how long you cook it, the alcoholic content will decrease or vanish. Vash's world was a desert place, right?]
Not everyone! ( Hasty, with a little wiggle of both hands. ) Mostly I stick to donuts or other baked goods because you know, people like those. But I was switching it up a little. Halloween had a lot of booze going around, and there's all these giftsets now? I thought it was the done thing.
( Learning holiday excess, the plant way. )
I think I'll go back to the tried and tested method of food though. Even if Hiyori says six donuts is too many to eat in one day, people can keep them for later.
( Humming thoughtfully. ) Huh. I knew you could use it to wash out wounds, and drinking it, obviously. But a soup? Maybe I should learn, so I can show off back home.
[Does he believe him? Yeah. Vash's other love is donuts. Bakugo already ate the ones he gave him in the gift box. Donuts work well for him, since they're not as sweet as other baked deserts. So long as they aren't overly indulgent with sugar. Bleh.]
Unless someone says something, do what you want. Most people don't care if you give them alcohol.
[Don't let Bakugo's reaction color interacting with everyone else. He's not making rules for other people. Pretty sure there are plenty of younger people here who love the idea they can get away with drinking before 20. Bakugo's never seen the appeal, however. He wants his senses and reactions sharp at all times.]
It's no different than cooking with stock, juice, or any other flavored liquid. [True, not cooking long enough will render the dish alcoholic, and thus should come with a warning if you're a responsible adult. But otherwise, flavor. Some consistency, but mostly flavor.] Here.
[Bakugo dips a spoon into the mixture, which is just starting to thicken up, then offers it to Vash.]
( Because he's an idiot he just leans in to take the food directly off the spoon, eyes going a little round behind his glasses as he tastes it. )
Oh, wow. That's real good. Maybe you should be a professional!
( Maybe he is, what does Vash know? Apart from Bakugo's gruff exterior and the little light thing his hands do he doesn't really have many facts in his mental file. A fact he's absolutely going to change. ) I should get you to give me some tips, actually. I've worked a few places that needed grill staff but nothing like this. Do you like cooking if you do it so much, or is it more out of necessity?
[Someone's gonna have a slightly singed tongue in a certain spot. Bakugo lets go of the spoon when Vash takes the bite, leaving him with the metal handle sticking out of his mouth. Never said it was the serving spoon, hah. At least the result's good. He returns to the skillet with the spatula. It's getting thicker.]
Hell no! I'm gonna be a hero!
[This is just a hobby, something to do so he doesn't have to live off the damn cafeteria food or restaurants, and he likes the activity. It's better knowing what goes into your meals, thus into your body.]
I charge for lessons. [He does not.] Huh? I wanna know what I'm putting into my body! I'm not trusting some random ass to make my food unless they're qualified.
( #Worth it, burnt tongue or no. He also knocks the metal against his teeth like he's thinking. )
A hero, huh? Sounds impressive.
( Maybe it means something more where Bakugo is from, has a heftier weight. Or maybe it means exactly the same thing. But there's a certainty there he can appreciate, it makes his gaze keener, more curious, sweeping over his new friend in consideration. ) With the thing you can do, right? ( He opens his hand, palm up, makes a whooshing sound. ) I still think that was pretty cool.
( The fussiness over food is noted, but if he ate the treats Vash brought him then it mustn't be that extreme. )
I thought the cafeteria food wasn't that bad, but yours is much better! I don't blame you for sticking to it.
Stop chewing on the spoon! You wanna crack your teeth?!
[Give him that! No more spoon for you, dumbass! Ugh, some people never grow out of their childhoods.]
Of course it's impressive! I'm gonna be the greatest hero who ever lived.
[Bakugo's come to quickly find out in this world, "hero" means a lot more to him than most everyone else sees it. They see it as comics, fantasy, idyllic, even foolish in some eyes. Yet it's real to him. His world's society and love for heroes. Vash's curiosity and speculative glance isn't surprising; he's felt that kind of thing before. Same reaction too.]
Aa. Most people in my world have a superhuman power called a Quirk. [80% of the population. Though Quirks range from barely functional (an extra finger on your shoulder) to overpowered monsters (rewriting reality on a limited scale).]
They're churning out shit as fast as possible; of course someone cooking for themself is gonna be better!
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you have no idea what that is, do you.
would u like to handwave or thread out the dinner? i'm easy either way!!!
but i'm looking forward to it. i haven't had anyone cook for me in a while. i bet it's real good.
oh we can totally do their dinner! that'd be fun.
[don't you have friends, vash?]
yeees okay 🥰
( He has a complicated relationship with eating. He likes to bring people snacks, and if he's asked along he'll absolutely go with, but meals are a little more difficult. At least he's trying to shake the Wolfwood malaise off, which means he's more than ready to accept an invitation. )
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be on time.
[he gave him the date, time, location, and intent, so that's what he expects to happen. bakugo usually does his cooking in the kitchen, but when it's busy in there, he'll retreat to his room for his own mini kitchen suite setup, including a minifridge, two portable burners, cutting boards, and a small fleet of cooking items.
though he could simply have everything ready and set up when vash got there, he has a feeling the guy would be more interested in watching bakugo do some cooking, so... he'll have things halfway done by the time vash arrives.]
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I know you're supposed to bring a gift to these kinds of things, but I didn't know what you'd like so it's a tester box. ( For weddings! But it's fine. There's cake. ) Unless you don't like desserts.
( He hopes so, because while he still doesn't know about the alcohol thing he really does want to do something nice. Which includes rocking on his heels and taking a big old sniff. ) Wow, it smells really good in here.
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You don't have too. [Bakugo sweeps the box from Vash's hand and heads into the room, setting the offering in the minifridge for it to chill. Look, cool petite fours are nice.] Occasionally.
[He's not fond of decadent or overly-sugary things, sticking more with fruit popsicles for casual snacks and light cakes at events.]
Stop lurking in the doorway.
[That's an invite in. Despite Bakugo's aggressive nature and foul attitude, the hero's room is surprisingly smart. Neat and clean, everything is in a space and place, closet organized, dresser proper, bed made, books shelved, a corner where weights and workout items sit, desk supporting his computer and school supplies, a fold-down table currently affixed to the wall where he works on his gear, and the small kitchen set up mentioned before. A rice cooker sits on a sturdy shelf, a place of importance in his room. Atop one of the portable burners is a skillet with one of the bottles of alcohol the man got him earlier. Beside it is a mixture of diced chicken, scallions, two uncracked eggs, broccoli and herbs.]
Are you allergic to anything?
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( He's never found anything that he is anyway, not even with all the new foods that he's got to try here. He thinks maybe that's part and parcel of being a plant. Nosily his gaze swings around, ever curious about the space around him, the things it might tell him about his new friend. He absolutely wants to see what those books are, but maybe once they're closer. Then he can be a busybody. )
Oh, do I get to watch you make it? I should have brought a notepad so I could take some ideas down. I like your room. It's looking real homely. ( He should get some stuff. His is very bland. ) Also super tidy. I wish I could get mine this neat.
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Figured you'd whine if I didn't let you. [Does he know Vash would've? Not really. But given how friendly and into things the guy is, plus never having someone cook for him, there's a good chance. And Bakugo's not Bakugo without the occasional dig at someone.] Haa?! How the hell can you be bad at keeping your room neat?!
[Dammit, Undercut! Does he need to teach you that too?! In goes the diced chicken, scallions, broccoli, and herbs, with the eggs kept to the side for the time being. A quick sizzle goes up once more and Bakugo settles into a quick combination of jerking the pan to toss the items inside and wielding a spatula to keep them in motion.]
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( Quick escapes tended to be the aim of the game when it came to Vash. But he sidles up to where the cooking is happening, relaxed and easy going, a small-ish smile across his features. )
What are the green things?
( Listen, there's a vegetable shortage on No Man's Land and he's been working his way through a lot of food. He hasn't got this far yet. )
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[The orphanage should have some kind of available area for Vash's supplies. Not sure why it wouldn't, yet if Vash needs a place for storage... Was he here when the first version of Nanami was? Because there was an earlier version of Vash too. Not sure. Tch-]
There's a bookstore no longer in use if you want to use it as storage. I have the key to it.
[First Nanami's bookstore. All the books were gathered and donated to the base's library (with permission from Nanami's world mates back then) but the little building itself remains in Bakugo's ownership and care once Megumi went back home.
Back to cooking.]
Scallions. Also called green onions. This is broccoli. [It took some previous knowledge to understand Vash didn't know any of this crap.] You've just been eating whatever they threw at you all this time?
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( And while he has only just learnt about the holiday, he's committed to making it a good one for the orphans. A disused bookshop sounds curious though. Vash makes a soft noise, a hum of sound. ) Did you used to run it or something?
( Bakugo doesn't seem like a shopkeeper, but he also doesn't seem like a guy who cooks delicious smelling food. Speaking of-. ) Oh! Sort of? If people tell me something's good I have to try it, you know? Shaved ice was the best until it betrayed me with brain freeze, and then there was a little while where I made myself sick on these funny yellow peppers because the crunch was fun. But there's so much choice here, and I don't really have time to cook for myself so I mostly eat pre-packaged stuff.
( Eating's always been a funny thing for him any way. Either he'll gorge himself or he'll forget. And he's been putting it off more these days, busy and a little heartsick. But it's nice, to be cooked for, so he's going to let himself tonight. )
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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.]
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( Voice going a little ?! because while everything else is absolutely grand he's never seen anyone do that and it supersedes whatever else they've been talking about. Mostly because he spends his entire life around grizzled, miserable alcoholics and diner owners and why would they waste it like that? Sometimes they even hate when you have to use it for wound care! )
Woah.
( EARTH-SHATTERING. ) But wait, didn't you like it? I wasn't sure what kind to get. Because also, there's like a billion more boozes? Even more than they have in the cities here. You'll have to tell me which you'd prefer in case. Unless you don't drink. That's fine too. ( Hastily. ) People are allowed to do that.
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[Thus creating a non-alcoholic dish for people who don't want to get drunk drinking your soup or, like Bakugo, don't want to drink alcohol period because he's not old enough. This might be Neo Tokyo, but it's till Tokyo! There are laws! Even if they aren't the same here, he's a responsible young man and the law is: no drinking until you're 20! well, no serious drinking. A sip won't get you thrown into prison.]
I'm not old enough to drink, Undercut. My country's legal age is 20. [Which is why he was initially miffed at receiving the bottles, but then amused and interested for this very reason.] But these- [he indicates the bottle] -are great for cooking with.
If you find more for a good price, pick 'em up.
[Small enough for a dish or two, keep well with a good shelf-life, and the bottles are reusable. It was a good gift, albeit not for the way Vash thought it'd be used. Surprise.]
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Bakugo.
Look him in the eyes. Watch his face journey. The colour draining. The mouth falling open. The dread. ) There's a legal age? ( There probably is in No Man's Land too, but he certainly hasn't come across it. People just gave him booze one day and he drank it. He thought that's what people did. He's seen people younger than him drink! He's bought -- WAS HE SCAMMED? ) Nooo, my streak. I haven't broke a law in months.
( Just scrubbing his hand down his face, pulling the skin. Then in a whisper. )
That was a terrible thank you gift, what the fuck?
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[Don't look at him like you accidentally shot someone in the face! If he didn't know a bit about Vash's background, he would've yelled at him for being clueless. But he does, so... He gets a grumpy face regardless.]
In my world, idiot! I don't know what the laws are in this one. [For all Bakugo knows, it could be any drink any age no one cares cause there's a fucking monster rampaging through your city!] Stop freaking out!
[A law-abiding streak. It'd be funny if it weren't kind of pathetic. When Vash starts dragging at his face, Bakugo promptly smacks his hand right off his cheek. Enough of that self-abuse!]
What'd you go deaf?! I told you it was fine!
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Okay, I'll remember that from now on. Switch up what I give people.
( Because he does it a lot, and so far nobody's said anything so he thinks he's okay but what if the next person isn't as understanding as Bakugo. Or would take the booze as is when it's against the law. ) Okay, so cooking. It's good for cooking. I can't imagine telling people that back home, but I guess maybe they do it in the big cities too?
( In the towns he frequents, resources remain scarce. He can't imagine anyone being wasteful of something that pulls them from their heads. )
Do you do a lot of cooking, Bakugo?
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Huh? You've been giving everyone alcohol? [Is that Vash's go-to gift?! ... Okay so maybe it's high time someone let him know shoving beer and wine into people's hands as a present isn't the greatest idea.] Is it something valuable in your world?
[That'd explain while Vash would gift it to people at least. He doesn't know the law in this world; LILITH isn't exactly restricting people from anything. Hell, underaged Outsiders still went into the casinos during the Vegas trip. (Bakugo wasn't, until Wriothesley teased him about chaperoning... and he took him up on the offer grumpy like.)
But he doesn't want to shut down Vash from giving gifts either.]
If you don't have access to water, you can use it to make soup and broth. [Depending on how long you cook it, the alcoholic content will decrease or vanish. Vash's world was a desert place, right?]
I've been cooking for myself since I got here.
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( Learning holiday excess, the plant way. )
I think I'll go back to the tried and tested method of food though. Even if Hiyori says six donuts is too many to eat in one day, people can keep them for later.
( Humming thoughtfully. ) Huh. I knew you could use it to wash out wounds, and drinking it, obviously. But a soup? Maybe I should learn, so I can show off back home.
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[Does he believe him? Yeah. Vash's other love is donuts. Bakugo already ate the ones he gave him in the gift box. Donuts work well for him, since they're not as sweet as other baked deserts. So long as they aren't overly indulgent with sugar. Bleh.]
Unless someone says something, do what you want. Most people don't care if you give them alcohol.
[Don't let Bakugo's reaction color interacting with everyone else. He's not making rules for other people. Pretty sure there are plenty of younger people here who love the idea they can get away with drinking before 20. Bakugo's never seen the appeal, however. He wants his senses and reactions sharp at all times.]
It's no different than cooking with stock, juice, or any other flavored liquid. [True, not cooking long enough will render the dish alcoholic, and thus should come with a warning if you're a responsible adult. But otherwise, flavor. Some consistency, but mostly flavor.] Here.
[Bakugo dips a spoon into the mixture, which is just starting to thicken up, then offers it to Vash.]
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Oh, wow. That's real good. Maybe you should be a professional!
( Maybe he is, what does Vash know? Apart from Bakugo's gruff exterior and the little light thing his hands do he doesn't really have many facts in his mental file. A fact he's absolutely going to change. ) I should get you to give me some tips, actually. I've worked a few places that needed grill staff but nothing like this. Do you like cooking if you do it so much, or is it more out of necessity?
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Hell no! I'm gonna be a hero!
[This is just a hobby, something to do so he doesn't have to live off the damn cafeteria food or restaurants, and he likes the activity. It's better knowing what goes into your meals, thus into your body.]
I charge for lessons. [He does not.] Huh? I wanna know what I'm putting into my body! I'm not trusting some random ass to make my food unless they're qualified.
[Control freak.]
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A hero, huh? Sounds impressive.
( Maybe it means something more where Bakugo is from, has a heftier weight. Or maybe it means exactly the same thing. But there's a certainty there he can appreciate, it makes his gaze keener, more curious, sweeping over his new friend in consideration. ) With the thing you can do, right? ( He opens his hand, palm up, makes a whooshing sound. ) I still think that was pretty cool.
( The fussiness over food is noted, but if he ate the treats Vash brought him then it mustn't be that extreme. )
I thought the cafeteria food wasn't that bad, but yours is much better! I don't blame you for sticking to it.
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[Give him that! No more spoon for you, dumbass! Ugh, some people never grow out of their childhoods.]
Of course it's impressive! I'm gonna be the greatest hero who ever lived.
[Bakugo's come to quickly find out in this world, "hero" means a lot more to him than most everyone else sees it. They see it as comics, fantasy, idyllic, even foolish in some eyes. Yet it's real to him. His world's society and love for heroes. Vash's curiosity and speculative glance isn't surprising; he's felt that kind of thing before. Same reaction too.]
Aa. Most people in my world have a superhuman power called a Quirk. [80% of the population. Though Quirks range from barely functional (an extra finger on your shoulder) to overpowered monsters (rewriting reality on a limited scale).]
They're churning out shit as fast as possible; of course someone cooking for themself is gonna be better!
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JUST THIS FACE he's so grumpy.
some say it's a charm point
he's cute ilhim
don't call him cute, dammit! rawr! (he is cute)
squishes his cheeks.
boom!
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guess what i found while carting past ac -- SORRY FOR THE DROP!!