[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!
( He thinks he likes making Bakugo irritated. Not in a real way, not to deliberately wind him up, but it's a little funny to play dumb and see how he reacts. He even pouts a little when the spoon is relinquished, but that fades to a more serious belief when his new friend says he's going to be the greatest. )
That sounds like a weighty responsibility. But you already seem like a good guy to know, so that makes sense.
( While the food is gently simmering, Vash leans against the countertops, easy. ) So your quirk is the light? Does it do anything? Other than be real handy in a haunted house? It was pretty, I liked it.
[Good thing it's not hard to light Bakugo's fuse. Deliberate or not. He sets the spoon to the side, specifically on a napkin that's going back to Vash anyways. Two bowls and two sets of utensils sit on the desk near the cooking setup.]
Hmph. There's someone back home I'm gonna surpass. Three of them actually. [All Might, Midoriya, Todoroki. He has to make sure none of them stay ahead of him. Even if it's more a one-sided rivalry with the latter.] I'll handle whatever weight I have to for my goals.
[Back to the Quirk again, huh. Bakugo snorts when "light" comes up.] Don't rank me in with some shitty lightshow!
[Before swinging his arm out behind to the side and KA-BOOM! detonates what looks like a grenade explosion in the middle of his hand. Light, heat, noise, force, smoke, all of it.] My Explosion does a lot more than make some damn light.
Competitive, huh? ( He can see it. Bakugo definitely comes across as someone with something to prove. Vash doesn't mind it though, he thinks it's interesting, and already he absolutely needs for him to do it. ) What does a hero mean where you're from? It sounds a little realer than stories. Like a proper title.
( BUT WAIT. Grenade hands. Okay that's significantly more impressive and also makes a lot more sense as to it's usefulness. )
Oh, wow. Handy. Man if I could produce bullets I'd have so much more money for donuts. ( Is he pouting. A little. Until he starts snickering. ) H-handy.
Life's a competition! How else are you gonna be the best?!
[He might not chase it as crudely as he would have a year (his world time) ago, but gaining the No. 1 Hero rank continues to be his goal, as well as surpassing All Might, and his successor. Bakugo leaves the skillet to finish simmering while heading for the rice cooker to spoon out two bowls of rice for them.]
Heroes use their Quirks to protect people from villains and natural or man-made disasters. We focus on fighting, rescue, and evacuation on a disaster scene.
[Of course there are many other roles heroes fill in society and their own "job" from support to battle to reconnaissance and more. Vash getting a much better "explanation" of his Quirk should help that understanding.]
No shit. [Bakugo makes a face at the puns. Dork.] Is that gun all you have?
( The p pops, decisive. The gun is absolutely not all that he has, but Vash cannot think about the things his body does because thinking about them means he has to think about Julai, and about his brother. It's not the time for a full-scale meltdown, not when Bakugo has tried so hard to do something nice, and not when Vash can do nothing to fix it, and so he'll continue along that narrative. His arm hasn't given him any trouble, maybe LILITH fixed it. ) I don't have a Quirk or anything like that, just good old fashioned aim.
( A bright smile, almost brittle with how big it is. )
I like the sound of the stuff you do though, that's really nice of you. Having something and using it to help? I can see why yours would be useful. And why LILITH brought you here. Are you used to this sort of thing?
Uh-huh. [That emphasis' fucking suspicious. He doesn't believe him (and has a cheat reason not to). Bakugo finishes making mounds in the bowls with the rice, using the cooker's spoon to shape them before putting the lid back on.
This guy's hiding something. Even asking about his abilities plasters Vash's smile on wide enough to almost twitch at the edges, akin to fabric stretched to the point of nigh breaking. Damn, what the hell's up with that reaction?
Not very good table conversation, huh... Whatever.]
That's what heroes do. Win battles. Save people. [Win to save. Save to win. Two ways to achieve the same goal. It's sometimes amusing, sometimes frustrating, how people from other worlds think the heroics Bakugo describes are so fascinating because of how alien they are to them.] We don't have fucking kaiju in my world, but the rest is similar to normal hero missions I've experienced.
Oh, that's good. I mean not good considering it doesn't sound all that peaceful if you need heroes, but that it isn't much of a shock to you? I can't imagine just being a guy and then having to turn up and fight monsters bigger than a truck, you know?
( Actually, the kaiju are pretty tame compared to the horrors he's gone through the last few decades. At least here they have breaks, he's had time to catch his breath. That's new. )
Are you the only one from your world, Bakugo? Or are there others here too?
I know what you mean! [He doesn't need the explanation. Blabbermouth. By now, the broth has simmered down to a sauce, layering creamy gold covering atop the rice. Cooked chicken, green onions, minced garlic, everything runs down the sides of rice mounds and seeps through any remaining cracks to infuse the hills with savory flavor.]
Yeah, these bastards kidnapped us, then threw every into a fucking war and expected them to obey orders and fight without a damn problem. [They didn't give a shit about the life each Outsider came from, whether they were really suitable for this kind of situation. Though... credit where it's due, most Outsiders came from active worlds and had either combat ability or some skill to assist in the battle. LILITH is being picky with its choices...]
Here. [Bakugo hands Vash his bowl, chopsticks and spoon pinned to the side with his thumb so the blonde can take whichever he's more familiar with.] I'm the only one who's fucking stayed.
[Growling in response, he heads for the side of the desk, reaches to the wooden table folded up to the wall, and unlatches the lock. It descends on cushioned hinges, easing down onto a fold-out leg and frame brace. All that's left is pulling up the chairs and they can eat.]
( He realises too late that the question was a little insensitive. Vash himself has been avoiding any mention of Wolfwood like the plague, skittering away from the topic as though he's a spooked Toma. He shouldn't have blundered his way into it. But he gets the feeling Bakugo wouldn't appreciate his apology, so instead he draws the chairs closer with one hand, bowl held carefully within the other.
The smell is amazing, the garlic alone makes his mouth water, and he takes his place at the table eagerly, settling the chopsticks between his fingers like he's used to them - thankfully, a quick learner, and Neo Tokyo hadn't given him a choice the first few times he'd eaten out. He does wait a half a second to make sure there aren't any weird before-food rituals he needs to follow, voice going bright and cheerful when he speaks. )
I don't know what heaven smells like but I bet it's not half as good as this. ( Not particularly religious but still earnest about it, using the spoon to take some of the sauce so he can blow atop it. The taste is even better, Vash making appreciative noises around the utensil. ) Okay, okay. If you ever want a less deadly job I'm sure I can scrounge up the money to pay you as a chef.
[Insensitive? Maybe, but it's one people ask plenty of times when in a situation like this. Did others from your world come, have they gone back home, did they return, and so forth. Bakugo's seen a few of them do so, from his best friend from home to his best friend from here's friends. People will ask. Not the greatest question either way and the blonde avoids going further into the topic. Nostalgia around Christmas is already hard enough. Best to avoid adding more weight.
With Vash settled in, Bakugo takes his seat and uses his chopsticks to mix the rice and sauce a few times, making sure everything's good and coated, and a little bit cooler thanks to coming out of the skillet a moment ago. He likes his food spicy hot, not burning his tongue temperatures. Fucking way to enjoy your meal...]
Don't gush. You'll ruin the flavor. [Sheesh. Comparing something like this to heaven is weird. But it definitely taste amazing. Of course it does; he's the one that cooked! Psh, become Vash's personal chef? That's a fucking joke.] Pass. That's too damn boring, Undercut.
[Another bite before he glances at the guy.] How about I teach you how to cook instead.
( A barely contained hint of excitement in his voice, a pause in eating. He looks thoughtful, but also already fairly committed to the idea. ) I'd like that! I've never made anything like this before. I mean I've done a few shifts at diners when money was tight, you know? I can make a mean pancake. But nothing sophisticated. ( The usual fair out in the desert. Sandwiches, worm bacon, the aforementioned pancakes. Normal easy things. ) I've never burnt anywhere down! Well, there was one time but that actually wasn't my fault, some guys came in to rob the place and when I was trying to get them to leave I forgot about the dishtowel I'd left on the stove.
( A grimace, still guilty decades later. ) But I wouldn't do that here! And I'd like to learn.
[Bakugo gives him a look. Of course, really! He's not gonna offer something he doesn't mean! Unless he's feeling like a real shit, and right now, he's not.]
Uh-huh. I'll make you leave that shit in the dust. Serving food's not the same thing as making it, Undercut.
[Is what he assumes when he mentions doing a few shifts at the diners. They're not going to let some virgin cook into the kitchen to make customer food! Does he believe Vash about a mean pancake? ... Maybe. Not sure he trusts what sort of "pancake" the guy means. Bakugo scoffs before putting another chunk of rice to his lips.]
Clumsy. You're not gonna fuck up if I'm there.
[He'll make sure Vash pays attention to safety and does everything necessary to keep himself and the area well. With the gunman's intent to learn settled, Bakugo nods, sealing the deal. Now as to how...]
( He's just going to nod along like Bakugo is the wisest person he's ever spoken to. Of course it's not the same, he's just witnessed the several more steps it took. )
I'll be on my most best behaviour! Besides, it's not like there's a bunch of gangs roaming around base. ( A pause, as he considers the majority of Brimstone. ) Or at least, no one who'd turn on the other outsiders? ( Another pause. ) For ... no ... reason? So we should be fine. And I'm better at putting out fires now. I know when to use water and when to smother it! Also, we have sprinklers here.
[Don't nod like that or he's going to end up calling Vash a bobble head. At least the guy's paying attention. Hopefully. Bakugo eyes the other blonde for a few more seconds after he promises to behave. Vash behaving isn't an issue; it's that other shit ends up not behaving around Vash.]
There's plenty of that crap running around Neo Tokyo. They wouldn't dare show their faces here.
[Mostly because the majority of the Outsiders could kick their asses. Bakugo's rather proud of how strong Everlight is, though the dorm has some reputation for including "hero" types.]
Haa? Why wouldn't this place have sprinklers?! [They're right there on the ceiling, along with smoke alarms! Bakugo shoves another piece into his mouth.] You set something on fire, didn't you.
( A drawn out, overly exaggerated o sound. He absolutely set something on fire. ) But a lot of places back home don't. The ships do, and the labs, for like, safety? But houses and bars and places don't. I guess this place is like a lab though, so that makes sense. Considering how many of us have bad habits though, you'd think they wouldn't be in the bedrooms.
( He means smoking. It brings the flickering ghost of Wolfwood back around, shoulders deflating just a little before he fully rallies again. )
Anyway, I'm going to be super careful when I learn. We don't have to worry about that.
[You expect him to trust your "no" when it's drawn out like a suspicious fucker compensating for his own guilt?! Bakugo scowls around his chopsticks and fixes Vash with a Look that says he's not buying shit. Jumping into his own world isn't going to distract him from the initial question. Not surprising Vash's world doesn't have the warnings in its old western steampunk like setting. But Neo Tokyo's technologically advanced enough to have them in plenty of residences.]
Bad habits? [What the hell is someone doing in the room that would set off a smoke detect- Oh. Wolfwood and his chain-smoking clouds. Realization dawns on his face and Bakugo brushes the topic aside.] Let'm get drenched.
[He has a low opinion on smokers. Nasty stupid habit. There are better ways to kill yourself.]
I already told you I'll be there; you're not gonna fuck up on anything.
[No smoke, no fire, no mistakes. Even if Vash is simply getting used to the motions and Bakugo's directions, he'll be fine.]
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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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That sounds like a weighty responsibility. But you already seem like a good guy to know, so that makes sense.
( While the food is gently simmering, Vash leans against the countertops, easy. ) So your quirk is the light? Does it do anything? Other than be real handy in a haunted house? It was pretty, I liked it.
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Hmph. There's someone back home I'm gonna surpass. Three of them actually. [All Might, Midoriya, Todoroki. He has to make sure none of them stay ahead of him. Even if it's more a one-sided rivalry with the latter.] I'll handle whatever weight I have to for my goals.
[Back to the Quirk again, huh. Bakugo snorts when "light" comes up.] Don't rank me in with some shitty lightshow!
[Before swinging his arm out behind to the side and KA-BOOM! detonates what looks like a grenade explosion in the middle of his hand. Light, heat, noise, force, smoke, all of it.] My Explosion does a lot more than make some damn light.
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( BUT WAIT. Grenade hands. Okay that's significantly more impressive and also makes a lot more sense as to it's usefulness. )
Oh, wow. Handy. Man if I could produce bullets I'd have so much more money for donuts. ( Is he pouting. A little. Until he starts snickering. ) H-handy.
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[He might not chase it as crudely as he would have a year (his world time) ago, but gaining the No. 1 Hero rank continues to be his goal, as well as surpassing All Might, and his successor. Bakugo leaves the skillet to finish simmering while heading for the rice cooker to spoon out two bowls of rice for them.]
Heroes use their Quirks to protect people from villains and natural or man-made disasters. We focus on fighting, rescue, and evacuation on a disaster scene.
[Of course there are many other roles heroes fill in society and their own "job" from support to battle to reconnaissance and more. Vash getting a much better "explanation" of his Quirk should help that understanding.]
No shit. [Bakugo makes a face at the puns. Dork.] Is that gun all you have?
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( The p pops, decisive. The gun is absolutely not all that he has, but Vash cannot think about the things his body does because thinking about them means he has to think about Julai, and about his brother. It's not the time for a full-scale meltdown, not when Bakugo has tried so hard to do something nice, and not when Vash can do nothing to fix it, and so he'll continue along that narrative. His arm hasn't given him any trouble, maybe LILITH fixed it. ) I don't have a Quirk or anything like that, just good old fashioned aim.
( A bright smile, almost brittle with how big it is. )
I like the sound of the stuff you do though, that's really nice of you. Having something and using it to help? I can see why yours would be useful. And why LILITH brought you here. Are you used to this sort of thing?
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This guy's hiding something. Even asking about his abilities plasters Vash's smile on wide enough to almost twitch at the edges, akin to fabric stretched to the point of nigh breaking. Damn, what the hell's up with that reaction?
Not very good table conversation, huh... Whatever.]
That's what heroes do. Win battles. Save people. [Win to save. Save to win. Two ways to achieve the same goal. It's sometimes amusing, sometimes frustrating, how people from other worlds think the heroics Bakugo describes are so fascinating because of how alien they are to them.] We don't have fucking kaiju in my world, but the rest is similar to normal hero missions I've experienced.
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( Actually, the kaiju are pretty tame compared to the horrors he's gone through the last few decades. At least here they have breaks, he's had time to catch his breath. That's new. )
Are you the only one from your world, Bakugo? Or are there others here too?
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Yeah, these bastards kidnapped us, then threw every into a fucking war and expected them to obey orders and fight without a damn problem. [They didn't give a shit about the life each Outsider came from, whether they were really suitable for this kind of situation. Though... credit where it's due, most Outsiders came from active worlds and had either combat ability or some skill to assist in the battle. LILITH is being picky with its choices...]
Here. [Bakugo hands Vash his bowl, chopsticks and spoon pinned to the side with his thumb so the blonde can take whichever he's more familiar with.] I'm the only one who's fucking stayed.
[Growling in response, he heads for the side of the desk, reaches to the wooden table folded up to the wall, and unlatches the lock. It descends on cushioned hinges, easing down onto a fold-out leg and frame brace. All that's left is pulling up the chairs and they can eat.]
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The smell is amazing, the garlic alone makes his mouth water, and he takes his place at the table eagerly, settling the chopsticks between his fingers like he's used to them - thankfully, a quick learner, and Neo Tokyo hadn't given him a choice the first few times he'd eaten out. He does wait a half a second to make sure there aren't any weird before-food rituals he needs to follow, voice going bright and cheerful when he speaks. )
I don't know what heaven smells like but I bet it's not half as good as this. ( Not particularly religious but still earnest about it, using the spoon to take some of the sauce so he can blow atop it. The taste is even better, Vash making appreciative noises around the utensil. ) Okay, okay. If you ever want a less deadly job I'm sure I can scrounge up the money to pay you as a chef.
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With Vash settled in, Bakugo takes his seat and uses his chopsticks to mix the rice and sauce a few times, making sure everything's good and coated, and a little bit cooler thanks to coming out of the skillet a moment ago. He likes his food spicy hot, not burning his tongue temperatures. Fucking way to enjoy your meal...]
Don't gush. You'll ruin the flavor. [Sheesh. Comparing something like this to heaven is weird. But it definitely taste amazing. Of course it does; he's the one that cooked! Psh, become Vash's personal chef? That's a fucking joke.] Pass. That's too damn boring, Undercut.
[Another bite before he glances at the guy.] How about I teach you how to cook instead.
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Really?
( A barely contained hint of excitement in his voice, a pause in eating. He looks thoughtful, but also already fairly committed to the idea. ) I'd like that! I've never made anything like this before. I mean I've done a few shifts at diners when money was tight, you know? I can make a mean pancake. But nothing sophisticated. ( The usual fair out in the desert. Sandwiches, worm bacon, the aforementioned pancakes. Normal easy things. ) I've never burnt anywhere down! Well, there was one time but that actually wasn't my fault, some guys came in to rob the place and when I was trying to get them to leave I forgot about the dishtowel I'd left on the stove.
( A grimace, still guilty decades later. ) But I wouldn't do that here! And I'd like to learn.
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Uh-huh. I'll make you leave that shit in the dust. Serving food's not the same thing as making it, Undercut.
[Is what he assumes when he mentions doing a few shifts at the diners. They're not going to let some virgin cook into the kitchen to make customer food! Does he believe Vash about a mean pancake? ... Maybe. Not sure he trusts what sort of "pancake" the guy means. Bakugo scoffs before putting another chunk of rice to his lips.]
Clumsy. You're not gonna fuck up if I'm there.
[He'll make sure Vash pays attention to safety and does everything necessary to keep himself and the area well. With the gunman's intent to learn settled, Bakugo nods, sealing the deal. Now as to how...]
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I'll be on my most best behaviour! Besides, it's not like there's a bunch of gangs roaming around base. ( A pause, as he considers the majority of Brimstone. ) Or at least, no one who'd turn on the other outsiders? ( Another pause. ) For ... no ... reason? So we should be fine. And I'm better at putting out fires now. I know when to use water and when to smother it! Also, we have sprinklers here.
( DON'T ASK HOW HE KNOWS. )
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There's plenty of that crap running around Neo Tokyo. They wouldn't dare show their faces here.
[Mostly because the majority of the Outsiders could kick their asses. Bakugo's rather proud of how strong Everlight is, though the dorm has some reputation for including "hero" types.]
Haa? Why wouldn't this place have sprinklers?! [They're right there on the ceiling, along with smoke alarms! Bakugo shoves another piece into his mouth.] You set something on fire, didn't you.
[Totally asking how he knows.]
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( A drawn out, overly exaggerated o sound. He absolutely set something on fire. ) But a lot of places back home don't. The ships do, and the labs, for like, safety? But houses and bars and places don't. I guess this place is like a lab though, so that makes sense. Considering how many of us have bad habits though, you'd think they wouldn't be in the bedrooms.
( He means smoking. It brings the flickering ghost of Wolfwood back around, shoulders deflating just a little before he fully rallies again. )
Anyway, I'm going to be super careful when I learn. We don't have to worry about that.
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[You expect him to trust your "no" when it's drawn out like a suspicious fucker compensating for his own guilt?! Bakugo scowls around his chopsticks and fixes Vash with a Look that says he's not buying shit. Jumping into his own world isn't going to distract him from the initial question. Not surprising Vash's world doesn't have the warnings in its old western steampunk like setting. But Neo Tokyo's technologically advanced enough to have them in plenty of residences.]
Bad habits? [What the hell is someone doing in the room that would set off a smoke detect- Oh. Wolfwood and his chain-smoking clouds. Realization dawns on his face and Bakugo brushes the topic aside.] Let'm get drenched.
[He has a low opinion on smokers. Nasty stupid habit. There are better ways to kill yourself.]
I already told you I'll be there; you're not gonna fuck up on anything.
[No smoke, no fire, no mistakes. Even if Vash is simply getting used to the motions and Bakugo's directions, he'll be fine.]
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!!