[Even if it's only pictures for some specimens. He wonders how long it took Esikko to find that thing. Maybe an hour if his search for something about demolition was any example. Listening to his princely (nerdy) rattling about plants and their ease of copying/figuring is simultaneously interesting and makes him drag his mental hand down his face. This guy's like fucking Deku when it comes to heroes...
Bakugo spends most of his time in the Beak and Talon, occasionally going to the Vale for outside hikes or runs. Though not since the damn weather changed and turned it all to ice and snow. Fuck that shit.]
( Grown ass man goes heehee. But he's pleased, and he has no idea that he's being thought of as a nerd (or he'd be stomping on some toes about it), even if it is true. This topic is clearly something of an obsession, and he gestures out broadly across the room at his little collection. )
I do use them for that, when I can. I tend to offer them as forms of repayment, my potions and plants and the like, since I'm not someone who enjoys being indebted to anyone. My children have been so useful~.
[Who the hell wouldn't think Esikko's a nerd after listening to all that? (Some people would call it "smart" but his word works just as well.) Still, it's nice to hear something positive occurs in the prince's life. Bakugo was almost convinced everything became shit for Esikko.]
You call your plants children? ["That's fucking weird" crawls across Bakugo's face, brow arching, lips curling, head tilting. Ugh, it's like one of those little old ladies talking about her cats or going on about plants or projects. That or the sales-obsessed inventor girl from the Sports Festival. Calling her inventions her "babies" all the time.]
And trade them? [Come on, Esikko, that's gross! Pick one! He's find trading plant-based medicines or plants in general, but that much attachment?]
But really, it's not as if the word "children" has any positive connotations for him, anyway. Or that he'd think they don't go hand in hand with being useful or traded off for the benefit of a parent. The genuine confusion on his face says that much, even as he steps away to sit back on the edge of his bed. )
It's more often that they're used up as ingredients, though. I made them myself, so it only makes sense that I have some pride in it. They're perfect.
[Fuck getting into that shit. Bakugo finishes with the last of Esikko's possessions from outside, tucking them into a slot between the new "bookshelf" (literally) and the desk. Everything should be reachable now. Esikko might have to get on his knees to reach the ones under the bed, but at least he won't have to climb a ladder for anything. And his room got a nice cleaning in the process.]
How many people ask for plants versus product?
[Like medicine, salves, sleep aids, teas, maybe even artwork, who the hell knows. He steps back to the door and scans over Esikko's room to make sure it suits his expectations.]
Just... two so far? Though they were more like gifts.
( Hiyori and... Compress, actually. Both had expressed interest and fondness in him making a flower from blood, even if it wasn't exactly the same process as him making the entire plant.
From the bed, the corners of his lips twitch up a little in amusement at Bakugo's survey of the space. )
And it looks just fine now, so you can relax a little. Unless you want to take off, I suppose.
[A small grunt is all the acknowledgement he makes. Trading some work for medicine isn't a bad deal, especially since it let him vent some pent-up energy. Esikko got a more-put-together room in the process. Still, it's interesting to know he's got a walking botanical plant (the production kind) in his back pocket he can trade with. Relying on drugstore shit or the medical wing is... wary at best.]
Try to keep this place in one piece, dammit. [Bakugo grouses as he cracks his knuckles. This all won't matter if Esikko changes his rank, but whatever. At least he can endure the time between with a better room.] And keep that scarf on when you go out.
[It seemed to prevent the guards from coming after Esikko.]
( Spoken teasingly, with a smile on his face. He does appreciate it, of course; but he has to give him a hard time! Because it would be embarrassing if he didn't, you see. )
I will, I will. Stop by tomorrow and grab your potions. I'll manage to stay alive until then, at least.
[That's the only reason. Don't gush at him. Bakugo pulls his arm across his chest until his shoulder pops, then drops it as lava-like heat drools down to his fingers. Feels better. Esikko's on the job of keeping his room straight until Bakugo comes back with better shelving material.]
You better. If you die, I'll bring you back and bury you myself.
[He'll return tomorrow or the day after if he's successful with the supply endeavor.]
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Date: 12/19/24 20:47 (UTC)That explains the botanical garden books.
[Even if it's only pictures for some specimens. He wonders how long it took Esikko to find that thing. Maybe an hour if his search for something about demolition was any example. Listening to his princely (nerdy) rattling about plants and their ease of copying/figuring is simultaneously interesting and makes him drag his mental hand down his face. This guy's like fucking Deku when it comes to heroes...
Bakugo spends most of his time in the Beak and Talon, occasionally going to the Vale for outside hikes or runs. Though not since the damn weather changed and turned it all to ice and snow. Fuck that shit.]
You could do a lot of bartering with this.
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Date: 12/19/24 23:16 (UTC)( Grown ass man goes heehee. But he's pleased, and he has no idea that he's being thought of as a nerd (or he'd be stomping on some toes about it), even if it is true. This topic is clearly something of an obsession, and he gestures out broadly across the room at his little collection. )
I do use them for that, when I can. I tend to offer them as forms of repayment, my potions and plants and the like, since I'm not someone who enjoys being indebted to anyone. My children have been so useful~.
( C...children... his plants. )
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Date: 12/19/24 23:51 (UTC)You call your plants children? ["That's fucking weird" crawls across Bakugo's face, brow arching, lips curling, head tilting. Ugh, it's like one of those little old ladies talking about her cats or going on about plants or projects. That or the sales-obsessed inventor girl from the Sports Festival. Calling her inventions her "babies" all the time.]
And trade them? [Come on, Esikko, that's gross! Pick one! He's find trading plant-based medicines or plants in general, but that much attachment?]
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Date: 12/19/24 23:56 (UTC)( What's not clicking.
But really, it's not as if the word "children" has any positive connotations for him, anyway. Or that he'd think they don't go hand in hand with being useful or traded off for the benefit of a parent. The genuine confusion on his face says that much, even as he steps away to sit back on the edge of his bed. )
It's more often that they're used up as ingredients, though. I made them myself, so it only makes sense that I have some pride in it. They're perfect.
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Date: 12/20/24 00:36 (UTC)[Fuck getting into that shit. Bakugo finishes with the last of Esikko's possessions from outside, tucking them into a slot between the new "bookshelf" (literally) and the desk. Everything should be reachable now. Esikko might have to get on his knees to reach the ones under the bed, but at least he won't have to climb a ladder for anything. And his room got a nice cleaning in the process.]
How many people ask for plants versus product?
[Like medicine, salves, sleep aids, teas, maybe even artwork, who the hell knows. He steps back to the door and scans over Esikko's room to make sure it suits his expectations.]
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Date: 12/20/24 05:38 (UTC)( Hiyori and... Compress, actually. Both had expressed interest and fondness in him making a flower from blood, even if it wasn't exactly the same process as him making the entire plant.
From the bed, the corners of his lips twitch up a little in amusement at Bakugo's survey of the space. )
And it looks just fine now, so you can relax a little. Unless you want to take off, I suppose.
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Date: 12/20/24 22:16 (UTC)Try to keep this place in one piece, dammit. [Bakugo grouses as he cracks his knuckles. This all won't matter if Esikko changes his rank, but whatever. At least he can endure the time between with a better room.] And keep that scarf on when you go out.
[It seemed to prevent the guards from coming after Esikko.]
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Date: 12/21/24 00:49 (UTC)( Spoken teasingly, with a smile on his face. He does appreciate it, of course; but he has to give him a hard time! Because it would be embarrassing if he didn't, you see. )
I will, I will. Stop by tomorrow and grab your potions. I'll manage to stay alive until then, at least.
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Date: 12/22/24 05:13 (UTC)[That's the only reason. Don't gush at him. Bakugo pulls his arm across his chest until his shoulder pops, then drops it as lava-like heat drools down to his fingers. Feels better. Esikko's on the job of keeping his room straight until Bakugo comes back with better shelving material.]
You better. If you die, I'll bring you back and bury you myself.
[He'll return tomorrow or the day after if he's successful with the supply endeavor.]