( #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.]
( Bakugo gets fixed with a look, a sweet half-smile that definitely means Vash is getting used to the bluster more and more. It's familiar, he's met a lot of different people, he knows how they are, how sometimes a sharp tongue doesn't mean anything beyond temperament. The guy seems pretty nice, underneath it all, kind and almost nurturing. Vash is glad he didn't take their argument over the kids to heart. )
Okay, okay. I trust you. And when I learn for good you're gonna have to let me return the favour, all right? It's about time I really tried to pick up a new skill. Maybe I've been getting lazy.
( Hardly, but he hasn't had all this free time before. He's usually always moving. )
[Ugh, don't look at him like that, weird sap. He goes back to his food, scowling off to the side as if that'll somehow deflect Vash's kind expression. Leaning back in the chair, Bakugo finds something on the wall interesting for a minute or so, until the conversation lets him return under cover.
He's still gonna body slam any kid trying to bite him. Self-defense against those little monsters.]
Oh yeah? What're you gonna teach me?
[It's taunting but... also genuine curiosity. Vash is a skilled gunman, he knows that, so what other talents is he hiding under all the red and black?]
( What could he teach? He knows a lot of different things. There's the obvious, but Bakugo has his own skills. He doesn't need a gun. Vash buys himself time with another mouthful of food, chewing slowly as he thinks. )
Whittling? Or, hm, sewing. I know how to do that. I've had to patch a lot of clothes so that one was pretty early on. I've been doing some gardening here too, but I'm hardly skilled at that yet. It's been fun though.
[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...]
Yeah! A little, anyway. Enough to make trinkets, you know? Like tiny birds and stuff. It was a good way to learn dexterity when I needed to.
( He wiggles his metal fingers in explanation before unscrewing the lid of his water. )
I met a guy in a bar who showed me some of the basics and then I taught myself a little more after I moved on. It was more productive than the physical therapy Luida wanted me to do. It had stuff at the end of it, you know? And kids love little figurines. I haven't done a whole lot of it since I got here. Maybe because there's more to do. The arcade. And looking after the orphans. I don't like using up resources people might need either, and I know a whole bunch of stuff is fairly scarce here. So I might take up a new craft.
Wood, or some other material? Your world's a fucking desert, right.
[Meaning wood's not the easiest commodity to come by. Then again, he doubts soap's all that common either. Sand or rock being the remaining option. He doubts Vash would use bone. Red eyes flick to metal fingers, watching them flutter in the air. Hmph, guess it's not a bad skill to work on.]
There's a shitload of wood outside the city. The world's overgrown already.
[They saw that much when they left for Tokyo Disney and traveled highway after highway. Shrouded in mist while green leaves poured over guardrails on either side, reaching onto pavement in attempts to swallow it completely into the woods swarming around and beneath. Vash has ample supply of lumber out there if he wants to gather material.]
We have some wood. The plants bring a lot of resources from other places so it means we can have buildings and things. But I only ever used scraps whenever I could find them anyway. Things that weren't salvageable. I actually thought it would be the same here, you know? I could always try, though. See if anyone needs trinkets. Or furniture. I could make chairs.
( It would be useful, and a good way to help people. )
Maybe if I got good enough I could sell things. I've been looking into ways of making more money for the orphanage.
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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.
Okay, okay. I trust you. And when I learn for good you're gonna have to let me return the favour, all right? It's about time I really tried to pick up a new skill. Maybe I've been getting lazy.
( Hardly, but he hasn't had all this free time before. He's usually always moving. )
Teach me your favourites!
some say it's a charm point
He's still gonna body slam any kid trying to bite him. Self-defense against those little monsters.]
Oh yeah? What're you gonna teach me?
[It's taunting but... also genuine curiosity. Vash is a skilled gunman, he knows that, so what other talents is he hiding under all the red and black?]
Che. If I feel like it.
[His favorites. They're mostly spicy.]
he's cute ilhim
( What could he teach? He knows a lot of different things. There's the obvious, but Bakugo has his own skills. He doesn't need a gun. Vash buys himself time with another mouthful of food, chewing slowly as he thinks. )
Whittling? Or, hm, sewing. I know how to do that. I've had to patch a lot of clothes so that one was pretty early on. I've been doing some gardening here too, but I'm hardly skilled at that yet. It's been fun though.
( Humming. ) I'll think about it. Make a list.
don't call him cute, dammit! rawr! (he is cute)
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?
squishes his cheeks.
( He wiggles his metal fingers in explanation before unscrewing the lid of his water. )
I met a guy in a bar who showed me some of the basics and then I taught myself a little more after I moved on. It was more productive than the physical therapy Luida wanted me to do. It had stuff at the end of it, you know? And kids love little figurines. I haven't done a whole lot of it since I got here. Maybe because there's more to do. The arcade. And looking after the orphans. I don't like using up resources people might need either, and I know a whole bunch of stuff is fairly scarce here. So I might take up a new craft.
boom!
[Meaning wood's not the easiest commodity to come by. Then again, he doubts soap's all that common either. Sand or rock being the remaining option. He doubts Vash would use bone. Red eyes flick to metal fingers, watching them flutter in the air. Hmph, guess it's not a bad skill to work on.]
There's a shitload of wood outside the city. The world's overgrown already.
[They saw that much when they left for Tokyo Disney and traveled highway after highway. Shrouded in mist while green leaves poured over guardrails on either side, reaching onto pavement in attempts to swallow it completely into the woods swarming around and beneath. Vash has ample supply of lumber out there if he wants to gather material.]
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( It would be useful, and a good way to help people. )
Maybe if I got good enough I could sell things. I've been looking into ways of making more money for the orphanage.
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guess what i found while carting past ac -- SORRY FOR THE DROP!!