[Luckily there's not going to be a beatdown... yet. Depends on how things go. Bakugo might shout at people for interrupting him, but it'd have to be a flagrant interruption to earn an explosion to the face. Besides, he could use a break before he goes overboard on the PT. Taryon saved him from getting yelled at by his friends.
He's only seen the guy from across the room or en passe while the Outsiders were grouping somewhere, so he's not surprised there's no recognition in the other man's eyes. At least not personal interaction.
The hell is he grinning at? ... He blinks when a book's hoisted to his face. Then twitches his head back. Too loud, dammit! Suddenly this is extremely awkward. EVEN MORE SO WITH A "BIRD" COMMENT!!]
Haa?! What the hell? Are you some kind of solicitor?
[He leans back at the forceful response.] No, no! Well - [Regaining his smile, he lowers the book.] If a reccomandation counts...then, yes. But I'm not going to just anyone, you see. I wanted to talk to someone who'd apprciate a gift like this.
[Even if it's his own copy from home. The only one in existence on this plane.]
[Suspicious? Not in the negative way. More curious as to why the hell this suddenly came up. The only thing he can think of as far as recent events is the argument with Ereshkigal and the damage done to the base. If this crap's going off the former, that's personal and annoying. Is she going around telling people he likes to read or something?! Especially after she kicked all that shit off by finding him in the library and verbally expressing surprise he COULD read! (Okay, so that's not what she said, but the implication was there, dammit!)
And this guy's talking about gifting. Specifically for him.]
[Taryon had his own nicknames for everyone, and Know-it-All isn't one of them. Sure, he's the antagonistic neighbor who was rather curt when Taryon returned to life...although he is apparently a Doctor of Something.]
Well, I came to you because I was told that you were a reader, and no one else was.
[His smile fades. He may have underestimated the difficulty rating of the mission he gave himself. Ereshkigal told Taryon that Bakugo liked to read, so it made sense that he'd try to bond with him and hopefully calm the fires after the argument.]
[He knows everyone's names; he simply chooses not to use them. Most of the time. It always irritates him when people can't figure the damn identity and force him to say the real name for their slow-ass brains!]
Haa?! A lot of people read! You've never gone into the library all this time?
[That said, he reaches out and with a quick-but-smooth swipe, retrieves the tome from Taryon's stack. It swivels between his fingers via a cocked wrist and Bakugo scans over the cover.]
Ah- Well, I would, but we're...I mean, we're not that close.
[Even Taryon senses there's some tension between him and Dr. Ratio, and he's not going to risk frustrating each other. Besides, would the good doctor be even interested in a dense and complex fantasy novel?]
Look, I...I'm certain we have other readers, but you seemed the type that will enjoy this. I loved it when I was your age. [Because he's that kind of nerd.] I'll give you the second and third parts if you liked this one. I know, there's some fair criticism about how long it is and how detail the author includes, but I swear it's really good. You'll never be able to guess how the plot develops!
[And Taryon still approached him. How the hell is that any "better" than someone he knows?
Bakugo wonders if this means Taryon's part of that big clusterfuck argument schism between Ratio and Godzilla and all that surrounds it. Not his business. He's never picked a side because he doesn't fucking care.
Whatever Taryon's issue is with the man, he should be mature enough to deal with it.]
Bring the other volumes later. I'm not gonna be stuck chasing you down when I finish.
[He was always the kid who had the comics during his youth; friends came to him to borrow or read the latest and greatest. That desire for the "complete" entertainment remains. He's a perfectionist who likes his own schedule.]
[Taryon's thankfully not involves in that kerfuffle, but having a direct conversation with Ereshkigal specifically about her disagreement with Bakugo isn't that much better.
At least the volume is taken; his efforts were not entirely in vain. All that is left is to see if this softens the teenager's heart and opens up a path to friendship and kindness.
And if that doesn't pan out, Bakugo gets a good book out of it.] I will certainly do so! I promise. [Taryon holds up a fist to display his commitment.] Just be careful with the binding. It's a bit old.
[Sure, Taryon has picked up the skills to repair books, but he'd rather not have them soiled through recklessness. Each tome is precious to him, especially the rare and old volumes. It's how he treats the various figurines of Earth TV series characters over the past several months.]
[He's not going to defend or coddle the goddess for her poor decision, but at least he's made peace with her about it and the entire thing's tossed behind him without any care. Sure, he might rip on her later once or twice, cause he can be a petty guy at times, but nothing mean.
Still kinda strange this guy would use that to randomly show up and offer him books. If he's not here on Ereshkigal's behest or anything...]
Did you find it somewhere or was it brought here? [This time, Bakugo gives the book another look over. He's aware the physical volumes can range anywhere from rare-but-recent to pretty damn ancient. Spending time in Nanami's bookstore a long time ago was nice because of its quaint nature and physical tomes.]
Tch, come in. It's fucking awkward standing out here like this. [With that, he backs into his room, since Taryon's apparently not simply doing a swing-by drop off.]
It's mine. I had it since I was your age. Which feels like a long time but really, it isn't that long ago. [He adds quickly, because Taryon isn't old and late twenties shouldn't feel that old anyway.] It's a seminal work of art. One of the most complex worldbuilding I've seen in a fantasy adventure novel. Honestly, if you really this, every other book feels like it's a variation of its plot and themes, but I'm getting ahead of myself. You've got to read the other two books in the series to really get it. Oh. And some of the supplemental materials, but I'm going to have to ask LILITH about retrieving those.
[He breathes his sharply through his nose. There's so much about this trilogy that he wants to share, but he risk of spoiling it for a new reader stops him from speaking further.]
Oh. Right. Thank you for inviting me to your home. [He was raised to have some manners, so Taryon leaves his shoes at the entryway, lines up neatly, and follows Bakugo inside. He's got to have some sort of hobby that's on prominent display. It will make for an excellent continuation of their conversation.]
Did it arrive with you? [Some people have their personal affects appear with them when they came, from the clothes they were wearing the moment they were taken to the tools in their hands or on their bodies at the same. Bakugo arrived with his hero costume. Not in the damn pod, but waiting for him once he got out.]
You talk way too much! [Dammit, he wasn't asking for the books autobiography!] You're gonna run your mouth and ruin something!
[And he'll be even more pissed off if Taryon accidentally gives him a spoiler when he's at least interested enough to give the tome a try. Hopefully this guy's not about to take his reading of it as implied membership of his book fan club...
Unfortunately the room is no longer Bakugo's usual room from Neo Tokyo. Rather the one from Kyoto with two futons, one for him and one for his boyfriend. There's another set of two, but so far no one else has needed to move in with them. Too bad, because this means nothing's on display. Only a few items sit around the room, Bakugo's hero costume packed neatly in the corner by his bed, a rice cooker + teapot + portable burner on the desk, and some of his and Denji's clothes in a small chest.]
Have you heard if the move to Kyoto's permanent or temporary?
No, I didn't...I didn't wake up with it. [He needed a moment to confirm that, according to LILITH records, he had purchased the book series from home. It was before he died, and seeing his personal copies on the bedside of the room assigned to him convinced him thoroughly that the Outsiders giving him strange looks in the hallway or insistanting that he was here before were the ones in the right.]
I had to pay for it. It's all really expensive, so I picked something that would give me hours upon hours of enjoyment! Since--
[Ah. Right. He should calm down before he goes to far and spoils something. He clears his throat and takes in the sparse interior decoration.] I see you...made it homey. [The futons. The utilitarian cooking set.] I think it's temporary. Everything I own is in storage in Tokyo. Transporting all my supplies is going to be such a hassle. And I have a job there!
You paid for it? Where? [Bakugo's aware people could request things from home from LILITH, though one or two have mentioned they found something from home in a store or elsewhere. Very rare. If the guy means he bought it from their handlers, then fine, no issue. But given the way he pauses and has to think about the answer raises Bakugo's suspicions. Hey, if there are other ways of getting shit from home without going through LILITH, he wants to hear about it!]
I haven't done shit with it. [Homey?! He only got to this room a few days ago, dammit! The futons were already there. The cooking set, well... yeah, he'll give Taryon that. Most because Bakugo prefers eating what he makes himself. Rice and tea are staples and he lucked out on the rice cooker in this place. Could've just used a pot. Also there's some concern over whether his original stuff is still there back in Tokyo... Who knows.]
We haven't gotten a full report of the damages to the city. [Though the base was, at least, not completely obliterated, so it seems like it'll be salvageable.]
In the...at the base. You know, when you pay money and they do their science and grab it from home. Same with Doty and my other equipment. [It's amazing how many of LILITH's arsenal can replace Taryon's expensive armor and tools, at times functioning even better.] You should talk with them the next time you're there. I don't think they're any limit as to what they can bring back.
[He stands in the middle of the room, glancing at every corner of the room, unsure where he's supposed to sit. Is this a case where he has to just pick a spot on the floor?]
Well, you've made it better than a bare room. I'd say that's some hard work. It just needs a bit more tender love.
[By that, he means a lot, but he is trying not to hurt the kid's feelings.]
True. We could move back in a matter of months. I've seen those construction sites. These machines make work so much faster than if we had to do it all by hand.
Oh. So you did get it from those bastards. [Being the title he usually refers to LILITH as. Items from home. He'll be sure to treat the books with attentive care and return them to Taryon in the same condition he received them. Rough and aggressive as Bakugo is, he's surprisingly efficient.]
I've already had a few things from my world brought back. [Namely his costumes, though he only had to bring one, since he lucked out on the other two. Since he was literally wearing them when he was brought here. The only thing else he's bought from them are two sets of tracker rings and his vehicles. Which could stand to use a wash...
Anyways.]
Sit wherever you want. [Nope. There are no seats here. The rooms aren't really furnished so the Outsiders basically have to make do with what's here. Bakugo and Denji will likely go foraging later.]
I don't need flattery. [Hard work? To bring in some futons and a box/crate or two? Don't tick him off with pithy praise, Taryon. This is a stopgap and both of them know it.]
What'd you do, turn your new room into a fucking palace?
[They couldn't go back to Neo Tokyo yet, so they're all stuck in these bunker base bedrooms. But Taryon brings up an actual timeframe and it piques his interest.]
A few months? Huh... if they can get the materials and supplies, they have drones to help with the work.
[The lessons in etiquette never taught Taryon what to so in the case of a lack of chairs when paying a visit. Thankfully, traveling with an adventuring party taught him that when sitting outdoors, the priority is whatever stone or log you find followed by giving up and sitting on the grass.
Tary drops cross-legged on the floor by the futons and claps his hands ontonhis knees.] There's nothing wrong with wanting to live in a beautiful home. I spruced it up a bit, added some better furniture, hung up some posters, added some figurines, replaced the curtains...it's the little things that turn it into a home.
[His soft smile comes from remembering the year spent renovating the Third House of Whitestone with Vex — a decently sized manor for the newly title baroness, now a secondary house with rooms permanently reserved for Taryon when he visits. Rather, it's for the version of Taryon that's on Exandrian, but both of them are the same person. The first few months, once the burnt wood was replaced, as dedicated to coordinating the wallpaper and carpets. The best part was shopping for furnishings and decorations to make the space fitting for a lady and her best friend. Watching the building slowly transform into something special the two of them made together.]
I think some pillows would add a bit of color. How about bringing in a vade of flowers? That never fails to delight. [A hypothetical visitor, that is.]
[Bakugo sets the book down beside his bed and takes a seat on the futon's edge, knees tented and arms resting atop the apex. Sitting on the ground's never really been a problem for him, though he wasn't from a traditional Japanese home where sitting on the floor was common for meals. His parents had chair with their tables, though they had a traditional set up if they wanted to knock the legs out and bring in a roll-out tatami mat. Experience in both.]
I meant the bunker. Here. Not your room back at the base. [Then again, if Taryon managed to dress up his room here already, he's got a lot more time on his hands than many other Outsiders, and apparently is very resourceful in acquiring all those amenities and decorations. Do the temple/bunker/base rooms even have windows for curtains?]
I didn't ask you for a decor guru. [He's not gonna style up this place until he knows what's going on with their rooms back in Neo Tokyo. For now, he's keeping it simple. Doesn't want to have to lug back a bunch of things if they're ending up moving to the original city later.]
Well, I also want to decorate my space. It's supposed to be a room, not a prison cell. Besides, if we ever must return to Kyoto for a mission, it's better to have a cozy place waiting for us. I'd rather not have to return to a dreary, concrete room after a long day of searching for the kaiju's lair.
[When he says it like that, Taryon is reminded of how easy books made a knight errant's life. Wandering the land and sleeping in a convenient cave is poetic in writing and not when you're living it in the ruins of Kyoto. But it makes the reality more bearable, if just for a moment.]
I'm just saying, it would make your room really nice for guests. [He says, looking at the futons.]
They're not gonna "keep" our rooms for us if we move back to Tokyo.
[A waste of resources for everyone trying to make Kyoto work. While he's not suggesting they leave the rooms barren and pathetic, it'd be better to let the LILITH workers remaining in Kyoto to handle the rooms and outfit/decorate them as they see fit, then treat them as hotel rooms whenever the Outsiders need to work in Kyoto. That's Bakugo's opinion, though he's keeping it to himself since nothing's set in stone right now.]
Hn. Not really planning on having guests in here a lot. [The bunker rooms serve four people apiece, though he and Denji have lucked out with no one showing up for the other two futon spaces.]
Some of the older guys. Astarion is the one usually there, since he can't be out in the sunlight. [He tilts his head in the general direction of his room, as if Bakugo can even tell where it's supposed to be.] There's not too much space with all our equipment, but I'm hoping to find something nice to decorate our walls.
Look, just because we might be staying here only for a short time doesn't mean our lodgings should be dingy. Maybe it's different if you grew up poor, but I appreciate effort put into interior decorating.
[Glancing at the furniture.] And you need a decent space to store that book.
[Bakugo's only heard the other man's name; he's never met him before. The mention about sunlight is strange, bringing back some uncomfortable memories of what happened after the shitshow that was Romania. He shoves the thoughts away. Not his business, no point in going back there.]
No one said you couldn't splatter paint and pictures all over your damn walls.
[He bristles slightly at the implication HE grew up poor.]
You don't know shit how I grew up, so don't assume anything for me.
[His parents were rather well off, and both of them work in the fashion industry. He knows what interior decorating looks like.]
My robot and tools. It's how I fight. [He reaches into a pocket and pulls out two coins created from scrap metal and engraved by hand.] And I need things to hold my spells. It takes a lot more space than you'd think.
[It doesn't. Taryon is just used to having a giant room to himself and magic hammer space boxes.]
You know what, you make a good point. I should find an artist among us to paint our walls, and I should learn how to make a bookcase. It could be fun!
[He has to find something positive about this. Learning a new skill will surely bring in the respect and admiration, and maybe he'll get a compliment out of Bakugo.
For now, though:] I'll come back later once you've gotten through some of the book. I haven't had the chance to talk to anyone else about it, and you seem the type to enjoy it.
You enchant items rather than sling spells? [More curiosity than anything disparaging. Magic, he's found, comes in multiple methods, with some using recitations and words, others putting magic into items, and more blasting out magical abilities without a damn problem.] Your room must look like a junk shop.
[Presumably, if the guy stockpiles so much stuff.]
I'd rather focus on learning how to get stronger. A colored room's not gonna do shit for beating the kaiju.
[Granted he does have some hobbies of his own, even if he's not one to talk much about them. Bakugo spends most of his time training, at his job, or with his friends.]
You owe me the other volumes. [A reminder for Taryon to bring him the remaining books, so he doesn't have to hunt the guy down once he finishes this one.]
Haa? Why haven't you talked to anyone else about it? [Wait a second, are you giving him a book no one else wants to read or talk about?!]
Yes! I put spells into coins or roombas and hand them out to anyone to use in their time of greatest need. It can be their armor if they wanted it, or I can build something new. It really doesn't have to take up much space. [He leans closer to Bakugo.] My room isn't full of junk.
[He must insist that he takes good care of his supplies and organizes everything. What kind of nerd would he be if he put everything in spots where they didn't belong?]
Don't worry. I will. I just didn't get the chance to talk to anyone who'd be as into it as I would. [Being really, really thick books.] And these are my only copies. I can't hand them out willy-nilly and hope they return it sooner than later.
Who the fuck carries roombas with them?! [Putting a spell in a coin is pretty smart, a small piece anyone can carry with them and whip it out whenever they're in trouble. But a cleaning machine?! Even if the idea of Roomba armor is laughable. Plastic and metal with bristles on the front for extra-dirty foes.]
Uh-huh. [Does it sound like he believes Taryon? Nope! But without any intent of going to see for himself, they'll have to agree to disagree. And just because it's filled with junk (potentially) doesn't mean it's not organized. Knickknack shops are cluttered messes, but their owners know where most things are.]
Don't get your damn hopes up with me. [Bakugo's not gonna be a one-man bookclub sounding board. He'll read it, and if he likes it, he'll return it without saying much. But one copy makes sharing difficult, so point.] I'll take care of it.
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He's only seen the guy from across the room or en passe while the Outsiders were grouping somewhere, so he's not surprised there's no recognition in the other man's eyes. At least not personal interaction.
The hell is he grinning at? ... He blinks when a book's hoisted to his face. Then twitches his head back. Too loud, dammit! Suddenly this is extremely awkward. EVEN MORE SO WITH A "BIRD" COMMENT!!]
Haa?! What the hell? Are you some kind of solicitor?
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[Even if it's his own copy from home. The only one in existence on this plane.]
So...are you interested in borrowing it?
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And this guy's talking about gifting. Specifically for him.]
You came to me instead of Know-it-All?
[Ratio likes books even more.]
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[Taryon had his own nicknames for everyone, and Know-it-All isn't one of them. Sure, he's the antagonistic neighbor who was rather curt when Taryon returned to life...although he is apparently a Doctor of Something.]
Well, I came to you because I was told that you were a reader, and no one else was.
[His smile fades. He may have underestimated the difficulty rating of the mission he gave himself. Ereshkigal told Taryon that Bakugo liked to read, so it made sense that he'd try to bond with him and hopefully calm the fires after the argument.]
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[He knows everyone's names; he simply chooses not to use them. Most of the time. It always irritates him when people can't figure the damn identity and force him to say the real name for their slow-ass brains!]
Haa?! A lot of people read! You've never gone into the library all this time?
[That said, he reaches out and with a quick-but-smooth swipe, retrieves the tome from Taryon's stack. It swivels between his fingers via a cocked wrist and Bakugo scans over the cover.]
This is volume 1. Where's the rest?
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[Even Taryon senses there's some tension between him and Dr. Ratio, and he's not going to risk frustrating each other. Besides, would the good doctor be even interested in a dense and complex fantasy novel?]
Look, I...I'm certain we have other readers, but you seemed the type that will enjoy this. I loved it when I was your age. [Because he's that kind of nerd.] I'll give you the second and third parts if you liked this one. I know, there's some fair criticism about how long it is and how detail the author includes, but I swear it's really good. You'll never be able to guess how the plot develops!
[Unless Bakugo has watched Lord of the Rings]
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[And Taryon still approached him. How the hell is that any "better" than someone he knows?
Bakugo wonders if this means Taryon's part of that big clusterfuck argument schism between Ratio and Godzilla and all that surrounds it. Not his business. He's never picked a side because he doesn't fucking care.
Whatever Taryon's issue is with the man, he should be mature enough to deal with it.]
Bring the other volumes later. I'm not gonna be stuck chasing you down when I finish.
[He was always the kid who had the comics during his youth; friends came to him to borrow or read the latest and greatest. That desire for the "complete" entertainment remains. He's a perfectionist who likes his own schedule.]
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At least the volume is taken; his efforts were not entirely in vain. All that is left is to see if this softens the teenager's heart and opens up a path to friendship and kindness.
And if that doesn't pan out, Bakugo gets a good book out of it.] I will certainly do so! I promise. [Taryon holds up a fist to display his commitment.] Just be careful with the binding. It's a bit old.
[Sure, Taryon has picked up the skills to repair books, but he'd rather not have them soiled through recklessness. Each tome is precious to him, especially the rare and old volumes. It's how he treats the various figurines of Earth TV series characters over the past several months.]
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Still kinda strange this guy would use that to randomly show up and offer him books. If he's not here on Ereshkigal's behest or anything...]
Did you find it somewhere or was it brought here? [This time, Bakugo gives the book another look over. He's aware the physical volumes can range anywhere from rare-but-recent to pretty damn ancient. Spending time in Nanami's bookstore a long time ago was nice because of its quaint nature and physical tomes.]
Tch, come in. It's fucking awkward standing out here like this. [With that, he backs into his room, since Taryon's apparently not simply doing a swing-by drop off.]
Leave your shoes by the door.
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[He breathes his sharply through his nose. There's so much about this trilogy that he wants to share, but he risk of spoiling it for a new reader stops him from speaking further.]
Oh. Right. Thank you for inviting me to your home. [He was raised to have some manners, so Taryon leaves his shoes at the entryway, lines up neatly, and follows Bakugo inside. He's got to have some sort of hobby that's on prominent display. It will make for an excellent continuation of their conversation.]
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You talk way too much! [Dammit, he wasn't asking for the books autobiography!] You're gonna run your mouth and ruin something!
[And he'll be even more pissed off if Taryon accidentally gives him a spoiler when he's at least interested enough to give the tome a try. Hopefully this guy's not about to take his reading of it as implied membership of his book fan club...
Unfortunately the room is no longer Bakugo's usual room from Neo Tokyo. Rather the one from Kyoto with two futons, one for him and one for his boyfriend. There's another set of two, but so far no one else has needed to move in with them. Too bad, because this means nothing's on display. Only a few items sit around the room, Bakugo's hero costume packed neatly in the corner by his bed, a rice cooker + teapot + portable burner on the desk, and some of his and Denji's clothes in a small chest.]
Have you heard if the move to Kyoto's permanent or temporary?
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I had to pay for it. It's all really expensive, so I picked something that would give me hours upon hours of enjoyment! Since--
[Ah. Right. He should calm down before he goes to far and spoils something. He clears his throat and takes in the sparse interior decoration.] I see you...made it homey. [The futons. The utilitarian cooking set.] I think it's temporary. Everything I own is in storage in Tokyo. Transporting all my supplies is going to be such a hassle. And I have a job there!
[It's retail, but it's a job.]
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I haven't done shit with it. [Homey?! He only got to this room a few days ago, dammit! The futons were already there. The cooking set, well... yeah, he'll give Taryon that. Most because Bakugo prefers eating what he makes himself. Rice and tea are staples and he lucked out on the rice cooker in this place. Could've just used a pot. Also there's some concern over whether his original stuff is still there back in Tokyo... Who knows.]
We haven't gotten a full report of the damages to the city. [Though the base was, at least, not completely obliterated, so it seems like it'll be salvageable.]
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[He stands in the middle of the room, glancing at every corner of the room, unsure where he's supposed to sit. Is this a case where he has to just pick a spot on the floor?]
Well, you've made it better than a bare room. I'd say that's some hard work. It just needs a bit more tender love.
[By that, he means a lot, but he is trying not to hurt the kid's feelings.]
True. We could move back in a matter of months. I've seen those construction sites. These machines make work so much faster than if we had to do it all by hand.
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I've already had a few things from my world brought back. [Namely his costumes, though he only had to bring one, since he lucked out on the other two. Since he was literally wearing them when he was brought here. The only thing else he's bought from them are two sets of tracker rings and his vehicles. Which could stand to use a wash...
Anyways.]
Sit wherever you want. [Nope. There are no seats here. The rooms aren't really furnished so the Outsiders basically have to make do with what's here. Bakugo and Denji will likely go foraging later.]
I don't need flattery. [Hard work? To bring in some futons and a box/crate or two? Don't tick him off with pithy praise, Taryon. This is a stopgap and both of them know it.]
What'd you do, turn your new room into a fucking palace?
[They couldn't go back to Neo Tokyo yet, so they're all stuck in these bunker base bedrooms. But Taryon brings up an actual timeframe and it piques his interest.]
A few months? Huh... if they can get the materials and supplies, they have drones to help with the work.
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Tary drops cross-legged on the floor by the futons and claps his hands ontonhis knees.] There's nothing wrong with wanting to live in a beautiful home. I spruced it up a bit, added some better furniture, hung up some posters, added some figurines, replaced the curtains...it's the little things that turn it into a home.
[His soft smile comes from remembering the year spent renovating the Third House of Whitestone with Vex — a decently sized manor for the newly title baroness, now a secondary house with rooms permanently reserved for Taryon when he visits. Rather, it's for the version of Taryon that's on Exandrian, but both of them are the same person. The first few months, once the burnt wood was replaced, as dedicated to coordinating the wallpaper and carpets. The best part was shopping for furnishings and decorations to make the space fitting for a lady and her best friend. Watching the building slowly transform into something special the two of them made together.]
I think some pillows would add a bit of color. How about bringing in a vade of flowers? That never fails to delight. [A hypothetical visitor, that is.]
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I meant the bunker. Here. Not your room back at the base. [Then again, if Taryon managed to dress up his room here already, he's got a lot more time on his hands than many other Outsiders, and apparently is very resourceful in acquiring all those amenities and decorations. Do the temple/bunker/base rooms even have windows for curtains?]
I didn't ask you for a decor guru. [He's not gonna style up this place until he knows what's going on with their rooms back in Neo Tokyo. For now, he's keeping it simple. Doesn't want to have to lug back a bunch of things if they're ending up moving to the original city later.]
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Well, I also want to decorate my space. It's supposed to be a room, not a prison cell. Besides, if we ever must return to Kyoto for a mission, it's better to have a cozy place waiting for us. I'd rather not have to return to a dreary, concrete room after a long day of searching for the kaiju's lair.
[When he says it like that, Taryon is reminded of how easy books made a knight errant's life. Wandering the land and sleeping in a convenient cave is poetic in writing and not when you're living it in the ruins of Kyoto. But it makes the reality more bearable, if just for a moment.]
I'm just saying, it would make your room really nice for guests. [He says, looking at the futons.]
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[A waste of resources for everyone trying to make Kyoto work. While he's not suggesting they leave the rooms barren and pathetic, it'd be better to let the LILITH workers remaining in Kyoto to handle the rooms and outfit/decorate them as they see fit, then treat them as hotel rooms whenever the Outsiders need to work in Kyoto. That's Bakugo's opinion, though he's keeping it to himself since nothing's set in stone right now.]
Hn. Not really planning on having guests in here a lot. [The bunker rooms serve four people apiece, though he and Denji have lucked out with no one showing up for the other two futon spaces.]
Who are you rooming with?
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Look, just because we might be staying here only for a short time doesn't mean our lodgings should be dingy. Maybe it's different if you grew up poor, but I appreciate effort put into interior decorating.
[Glancing at the furniture.] And you need a decent space to store that book.
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[Bakugo's only heard the other man's name; he's never met him before. The mention about sunlight is strange, bringing back some uncomfortable memories of what happened after the shitshow that was Romania. He shoves the thoughts away. Not his business, no point in going back there.]
No one said you couldn't splatter paint and pictures all over your damn walls.
[He bristles slightly at the implication HE grew up poor.]
You don't know shit how I grew up, so don't assume anything for me.
[His parents were rather well off, and both of them work in the fashion industry. He knows what interior decorating looks like.]
Che, then go build a fancy bookshelf.
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[It doesn't. Taryon is just used to having a giant room to himself and magic hammer space boxes.]
You know what, you make a good point. I should find an artist among us to paint our walls, and I should learn how to make a bookcase. It could be fun!
[He has to find something positive about this. Learning a new skill will surely bring in the respect and admiration, and maybe he'll get a compliment out of Bakugo.
For now, though:] I'll come back later once you've gotten through some of the book. I haven't had the chance to talk to anyone else about it, and you seem the type to enjoy it.
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[Presumably, if the guy stockpiles so much stuff.]
I'd rather focus on learning how to get stronger. A colored room's not gonna do shit for beating the kaiju.
[Granted he does have some hobbies of his own, even if he's not one to talk much about them. Bakugo spends most of his time training, at his job, or with his friends.]
You owe me the other volumes. [A reminder for Taryon to bring him the remaining books, so he doesn't have to hunt the guy down once he finishes this one.]
Haa? Why haven't you talked to anyone else about it? [Wait a second, are you giving him a book no one else wants to read or talk about?!]
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[He must insist that he takes good care of his supplies and organizes everything. What kind of nerd would he be if he put everything in spots where they didn't belong?]
Don't worry. I will. I just didn't get the chance to talk to anyone who'd be as into it as I would. [Being really, really thick books.] And these are my only copies. I can't hand them out willy-nilly and hope they return it sooner than later.
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Uh-huh. [Does it sound like he believes Taryon? Nope! But without any intent of going to see for himself, they'll have to agree to disagree. And just because it's filled with junk (potentially) doesn't mean it's not organized. Knickknack shops are cluttered messes, but their owners know where most things are.]
Don't get your damn hopes up with me. [Bakugo's not gonna be a one-man bookclub sounding board. He'll read it, and if he likes it, he'll return it without saying much. But one copy makes sharing difficult, so point.] I'll take care of it.
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