[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: 12/20/24 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.]