[that doesn't make it weird. it makes it (him) stupid. hmph. take that. give him a while of silence as he walks the stairs to the upper floors, because fuck those elevators forever.
the seven suites are definitely a lot more modern and impressive than the three suites. as expected. once he finds the proper door...
The kick, however, is sudden, and Obikawa nearly jumps out of his skin in surprise. ] I don't have any money and I'm ugly! [ He states, waiting a few seconds before he opens the door; wide enough that anyone could barge their way in. And, notably, it's obvious that the first few steps into his suite is at least clean -- so far he's honest. ]
[Sure, if that's how Obikawa wants to see it, he'll let it go at that.
Why the hell would it be surprising?! You knew someone was coming over, dammit! Bakugo's face ratchets into a "wtf?!" expression. Did he seriously try to barter his way out of a fucking break in?! That's not going to help him much in a damn sex resort. Maybe it will. He's about ready to kick the door again when it finally opens, revealing the other man.
And apparently a clean room. Problem is, which room is cleaner doesn't mean the same thing as whether the room's clean or not. Bakugo steps in once invited, waiting for it until going. Red eyes flick around, absently brushing his hand against the boarding around the doorway for dust.
[ They do have to stand there for a second longer than necessary, because Obikawa is so familiar with barging in that he doesn't expect someone to wait until they're allowed. Maybe Bakugo's a vampire --
Anyway.
The suite is as common as any for a seven; donning hardly any personal touches by it's resident, barely showing any signs of having been lived in despite having been here for two months. But it is clean, which is revealed under the young man's examination. ]
Did I ever tell you what I did back home? [ He asks, arms crossed and leaning against a wall. ] I think you'd be pretty shocked~ But I'm a star employee!
[HE'S NOT A VAMPIRE! HE'S A RESPONSIBLE GUY! And don't get used to it, because next time, he's gonna barge in the moment Obikawa opens the stupid door.
Damn, this guy wasn't kidding when he said the place was clean. Enough so that Bakugo's expression crinkles in suspicion.]
Have you even been using this fucking room?
[A seven apartment is far more spacious and pleasant than a three. Tch, shitty ranking system trying to pit people against each other. Bakugo doesn't need more than a few inspections to admit the guy's room is, indeed, neat and clean. But now there's a disclaimer waiting to be proven.
Can't say it's "clean" if you don't even use it. That's cheating.]
At what? Keeping hotel rooms? [Nope, they did not say a lot about each other their first meeting.]
I gotta sleep somewhere. And it’s not gonna be in someone else’s bed. [ For now, while he’s keeping his distance. ]
I was a janitor. Had to keep everything squeaky clean in the subways… and those can get nasty. [ He cants his head just slightly, strands of blond brushing against his cheek. ] I only like making messes if I know someone else is gonna clean it up.
Tch! [He's held to the same thought process since getting here. Other people spend the night with their friends, companions, partners, whatever, but Bakugo isn't ready to get that close to someone yet. Minus Hawks, but that only lasted a month before his worldmate went back to his world. Again, apparently...]
It's clean. [Even a finger across the top of the dresser and desk didn't return with any dust. This guy was telling the truth, dammit.]
Ha! Hahaha! [ Almost like a child Obikawa laughs, pointing his index finger to Bakugo with a wide grin as he giggles mirthfully. ] Actin' all surprised just cause you found out that I clean up after myself! You really thought it was gonna a pigsty in here?
[ To be fair, he knows how to ruin a place... if has a cat. ]
At least you're not gonna act like a sore loser, right?
SHUT UP, BASTARD!! [Bakugo slaps Obikawa's hand away with a grabbed pillow. Stop pointing at him like you're a fucking five-year old! Not like the blonde isn't snarling with all the grumpy bristling of a dog caught red handed at pilfering. He throws the pillow at him soon after with a scowl.
Of course he thought it was gonna be a wreck in there! Obikawa didn't look like someone who'd keep his room neat! The reminder of the bet earns a hard eye roll.]
I'm not a sore loser, dammit! [Yes he is, and showing it.]
Why are you using my own stuff against me!? [ Pouting, he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. Exhaling a sigh as his bottom lip pokes outward, glancing over to the side. ]
I was just kidding about the bet part. I'm not a freak.
He is a freak. Don't let all his pouting fool you; Obikawa is manipulative to a fault, a vice that he refuses to let go of despite every lie being thrown back at him in the form of a punch. Multiple punches. ]
[He meant a freak according to the resort. If Obikawa wants to prove himself his own freak later, he'll call him out on that. And if he manipulates him, well Bakugo will knock him through a wall.
[ Wow. Isn’t he excited to punch someone? Especially someone who deserves it —
Obikawa’s struck in the stomach, abs flinching in response as there’s an unexpected wind knocked out of him; breath caught in the back of his throat. A hand moves to his stomach where he was hit, gripping his shirt as a light groan of pain escapes his lips, head hanging low. ]
Owwwww, I wasn’t expecting you to hit so hard. What the heck? [ There’s hardly any signs of pain in his expression, nor in his voice. If anything, it only sounds like Obikawa is whining. ]
But that wasn’t so bad. [ He’s mumbling to himself, but it’s hardly a whisper. ] His punches were nothing like that, and he was so angry… huh… [ Finally he lifts his head and brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. ]
You know… you’re really weird.
[ said the man that was asking to get punched but lmao ]
[He would if he didn't know the guy getting punched was gonna get a fucking boner off it! That's weird as fuck!
Still punches him though. Deal's a deal.
Shit, did Obikawa even try to tighten his stomach? Breath rushes out with a "whoosh" and he feels the guy curl over his fist for a moment, red eyes watching his body to make sure there's no severe damage (i.e. blood out his mouth). Bakugo lowers his arm, not finding a lot of satisfaction from that like he otherwise might have. Made him feel... dirty.]
I pulled that one.
[And he didn't even use his explosions. The hell? This guy isn't showing any show of pain. No wincing, no strain in his voice. Whining like he got a bad grade instead of a caved-in abdominal wall.
Is he talking about him or...? No, not with the second part. Bakugo pulls a face when Obikawa looks up at him.]
But you agreed to do it -- and actually did it! That's crazy!
[ Obikawa exhales, still rubbing at his stomach. Thankful he hadn't ate recently and avoiding the possibility of getting sick, consuming the ache in his belly before he drops his hand. ]
Thanks, though, I just wanted to check something... and I don't think there's a lot of people here who'd just hit someone if they asked. Maybe.
What the fuck's crazy about doing what you said you would, shitty baka?!
[That said, he's certainly not going to ask about the OTHER reason Obikawa wanted him to punch him. That's the guy's issue to figure out on his own. And yes, Bakugo's tilting to the side slightly, in case he has to avoid potential puke.
He frowns at the mention of checking "something" and shoves his hands into his pockets.]
What the hell made you wanna know in the first place?
[Am I a masochist? isn't a question that pops up randomly.]
[ Maybe I'm a masochist, is something he doesn't say out loud. But he has to think back to Tokinaga, to the night he had confronted him after all of the betrayal; the lives Obikawa had taken away from him, the tender memories swapped for a lifetime of night terrors that he was never going to apologize for.
When he was hit by him that night he could only reach out tenderly, yearning and hopeful. For once he began to understand the confusing sensation that was love.
But Bakugo didn't need to know any of those details that he keeps within his ribcage as a secret. ]
[Uh ... yeah so don't tell him what's going through your mind right now, Obikawa. That'll be even weirder than getting a boner off being punched. It's one thing to get punched into arousal; it's another to get punched and remember you might actually love someone, with death involved.
If anything, Bakugo's keeping an eye on Obikawa for a final few moments to make sure he's fine. His expression flattens at the blunt statement.
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Date: 10/28/24 19:07 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10/28/24 19:30 (UTC)and that's fair
you gonna come over?
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Date: 10/28/24 19:35 (UTC)i'm not wandering around the fucking resort looking for you.
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Date: 10/28/24 20:18 (UTC)[ He'll send his location... ]
;)
[ and make it weird ]
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Date: 10/28/24 20:24 (UTC)the seven suites are definitely a lot more modern and impressive than the three suites. as expected. once he finds the proper door...
BAM!!
sounds like someone just kicked obikawa's door.]
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Date: 10/28/24 21:42 (UTC)The kick, however, is sudden, and Obikawa nearly jumps out of his skin in surprise. ] I don't have any money and I'm ugly! [ He states, waiting a few seconds before he opens the door; wide enough that anyone could barge their way in. And, notably, it's obvious that the first few steps into his suite is at least clean -- so far he's honest. ]
Why are you kicking stuff, weirdo?
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Date: 10/28/24 23:14 (UTC)Why the hell would it be surprising?! You knew someone was coming over, dammit! Bakugo's face ratchets into a "wtf?!" expression. Did he seriously try to barter his way out of a fucking break in?! That's not going to help him much in a damn sex resort. Maybe it will. He's about ready to kick the door again when it finally opens, revealing the other man.
And apparently a clean room. Problem is, which room is cleaner doesn't mean the same thing as whether the room's clean or not. Bakugo steps in once invited, waiting for it until going. Red eyes flick around, absently brushing his hand against the boarding around the doorway for dust.
Look, he's thorough.]
Checking for dust, Rope Hair.
[Right.]
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Date: 10/29/24 00:44 (UTC)Anyway.
The suite is as common as any for a seven; donning hardly any personal touches by it's resident, barely showing any signs of having been lived in despite having been here for two months. But it is clean, which is revealed under the young man's examination. ]
Did I ever tell you what I did back home? [ He asks, arms crossed and leaning against a wall. ] I think you'd be pretty shocked~ But I'm a star employee!
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Date: 10/29/24 02:13 (UTC)Damn, this guy wasn't kidding when he said the place was clean. Enough so that Bakugo's expression crinkles in suspicion.]
Have you even been using this fucking room?
[A seven apartment is far more spacious and pleasant than a three. Tch, shitty ranking system trying to pit people against each other. Bakugo doesn't need more than a few inspections to admit the guy's room is, indeed, neat and clean. But now there's a disclaimer waiting to be proven.
Can't say it's "clean" if you don't even use it. That's cheating.]
At what? Keeping hotel rooms? [Nope, they did not say a lot about each other their first meeting.]
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Date: 10/29/24 03:32 (UTC)I was a janitor. Had to keep everything squeaky clean in the subways… and those can get nasty. [ He cants his head just slightly, strands of blond brushing against his cheek. ] I only like making messes if I know someone else is gonna clean it up.
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Date: 10/29/24 03:45 (UTC)It's clean. [Even a finger across the top of the dresser and desk didn't return with any dust. This guy was telling the truth, dammit.]
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Date: 10/29/24 16:43 (UTC)[ To be fair, he knows how to ruin a place... if has a cat. ]
At least you're not gonna act like a sore loser, right?
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Date: 10/29/24 20:31 (UTC)Of course he thought it was gonna be a wreck in there! Obikawa didn't look like someone who'd keep his room neat! The reminder of the bet earns a hard eye roll.]
I'm not a sore loser, dammit! [Yes he is, and showing it.]
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Date: 10/30/24 00:07 (UTC)I was just kidding about the bet part. I'm not a freak.
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Date: 10/30/24 00:30 (UTC)[There are harder things around. Yet his expression twitches in irritation when Obikawa sinks down on the bed and practically pouts.
Tch, is this guy really gonna say that with such a look on his face? It's a few seconds before Bakugo lowers his arms.]
You're not a freak, dumbass. [Some people area, but this guy's not.] And you won.
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Date: 10/30/24 01:00 (UTC)He is a freak. Don't let all his pouting fool you; Obikawa is manipulative to a fault, a vice that he refuses to let go of despite every lie being thrown back at him in the form of a punch. Multiple punches. ]
So you'll punch me?
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Date: 10/30/24 01:41 (UTC)Or be given the chance to do that right now.]
Face or stomach?
[Cracking his knuckles.]
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Date: 10/31/24 21:39 (UTC)[ There's excitement ringing from his throat, as if he's just delighted in offering Bakugo a grand prize. ]
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Date: 10/31/24 21:50 (UTC)WHAM! Right in the stomach.
Look, he'll avoid breaking his nose.]
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Date: 11/4/24 19:51 (UTC)Obikawa’s struck in the stomach, abs flinching in response as there’s an unexpected wind knocked out of him; breath caught in the back of his throat. A hand moves to his stomach where he was hit, gripping his shirt as a light groan of pain escapes his lips, head hanging low. ]
Owwwww, I wasn’t expecting you to hit so hard. What the heck? [ There’s hardly any signs of pain in his expression, nor in his voice. If anything, it only sounds like Obikawa is whining. ]
But that wasn’t so bad. [ He’s mumbling to himself, but it’s hardly a whisper. ] His punches were nothing like that, and he was so angry… huh… [ Finally he lifts his head and brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. ]
You know… you’re really weird.
[ said the man that was asking to get punched but lmao ]
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Date: 11/4/24 21:05 (UTC)Still punches him though. Deal's a deal.
Shit, did Obikawa even try to tighten his stomach? Breath rushes out with a "whoosh" and he feels the guy curl over his fist for a moment, red eyes watching his body to make sure there's no severe damage (i.e. blood out his mouth). Bakugo lowers his arm, not finding a lot of satisfaction from that like he otherwise might have. Made him feel... dirty.]
I pulled that one.
[And he didn't even use his explosions. The hell? This guy isn't showing any show of pain. No wincing, no strain in his voice. Whining like he got a bad grade instead of a caved-in abdominal wall.
Is he talking about him or...? No, not with the second part. Bakugo pulls a face when Obikawa looks up at him.]
You just ask me to punch you, fucking weirdo!
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Date: 11/5/24 18:28 (UTC)[ Obikawa exhales, still rubbing at his stomach. Thankful he hadn't ate recently and avoiding the possibility of getting sick, consuming the ache in his belly before he drops his hand. ]
Thanks, though, I just wanted to check something... and I don't think there's a lot of people here who'd just hit someone if they asked. Maybe.
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Date: 11/5/24 22:05 (UTC)[That said, he's certainly not going to ask about the OTHER reason Obikawa wanted him to punch him. That's the guy's issue to figure out on his own. And yes, Bakugo's tilting to the side slightly, in case he has to avoid potential puke.
He frowns at the mention of checking "something" and shoves his hands into his pockets.]
What the hell made you wanna know in the first place?
[Am I a masochist? isn't a question that pops up randomly.]
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Date: 11/7/24 20:42 (UTC)When he was hit by him that night he could only reach out tenderly, yearning and hopeful. For once he began to understand the confusing sensation that was love.
But Bakugo didn't need to know any of those details that he keeps within his ribcage as a secret. ]
Oh I just thought it made me hard.
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Date: 11/7/24 20:49 (UTC)If anything, Bakugo's keeping an eye on Obikawa for a final few moments to make sure he's fine. His expression flattens at the blunt statement.
Dammit, are you really going to make him ask?!]
Did it?
[Fuck.]
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