[A lot of information dumped on him in this entire experience. Bakugo's not going to say he "gets" Esikko's straights, and there are things he doesn't agree with. But right now, so long as the prince isn't dying all over the damn floor, he'll accept it. Heroes spend their lives being called for emergencies. It's what they do.
Some people might question or wonder if a hero feels like they're a burden, needing rescuing, needing help, but how stupid is it to get pissed off at doing the very thing you dedicated your life to do?! ...Says the guy who will immediately yell at the civilian he rescued for being a moron needing rescue in the first place...
Bakugo has PR issues galore.]
I'll make sure you're asleep before I go back. [And yeah, he'll likely take a shower so he's not stalking around the halls looking like a damn zombie film survivor. Gonna have to clean his clothes too.]
Unless you're gonna sleep on the couch, get moving to your room. [He'll follow.]
( So he's going to check on him?? That's cute... and it's reassuring, even if it's just as equally embarrassing. He half wants to snap that he doesn't need him to wait, and half wants to indulge himself in welcoming it— so he goes with the nice middleground and says nothing at all to acknowledge it, just moving to head for the stares with a glance back at him. )
Aren't you supposed to be kind and gentle to someone who's recovering from an injury?
( He's teasing, since he thinks Bakugo's actions have been plenty kind on their own, and the only time people have been nice to him during recovery... Well, there's just Kirma, and he'd realized a little too late that he was just being nice because he was excited seeing him so weak.
Esikko's hand rests on the railing as he moves up the stairs. )
By the way, did you know the House is capable of texting your Watch itself? ( It seems out of nowhere because he specifically waited for some distance between the conversation about ranks to this. ) It sent me a puzzle that was laughably easy...
And anyway, it seems to have a strange level of personality for an entity like itself, considering it couldn't resist the urge to insult me for being a "transgressor". ( At the top of the stairs, the master bedroom isn't far, and he pushes the door open lightly, trailing in. ) I just thought you'd be interested in knowing those little facts.
[If by "check" he means stands guard in the other man's room until he falls asleep, then yes, he'll check on him. Don't snap at him for waiting when you just invited the guy to sleep over in your suite, Esikko. As the man heads for the stairs, Bakugo turns on his heel and checks the front door to make sure it's locked. Satisfied, back to the stairs with him, eyes trained on Esikko as he ascends them. No wobbles or threatening buckles of his knees. Good.]
What do you think I am, some kinda fucking dream nurse? Move your ass.
[Oh he's got lovely bedside manners. His words and his actions are sometimes a pure clash. Bakugo takes the stairs one at a time, not wanting to be Esikko's shadow stuck to his back. The man's already dealing with embarrassment over his weakness. ]
Huh? Not surprised. The damn thing's got a brain. [It created everything in here, including the Watch, so getting a text from the stupid chicken itself... Hell, kind of surprised it hasn't done that regularly. Bakugo arches a brow at the segue into puzzles.]
For what? Some stupid midnight texting? [Wouldn't put it past the damn thing to bother people. He shoves his hands into his pockets as ascends, clicking his tongue at the reminder of Esikko's branding.] Doesn't like people trying to beat it. Like any damn casino.
( There's brief consideration over whether he should send a brief part of the conversation and riddle, but ultimately, he decides that Bakugo's intelligent enough to handle whatever riddle or task comes his way without any further preparation. Not that he's going to say as much out loud, of course. )
It called me so many names, I can only assume I left quite the impression. ( Which he feels cocky about, even as his feet grow tired on their walk to his own bed. He pauses suddenly, stopped right inside the door to the bedroom itself, and turns to face Bakugo. )
...Anyway, it's hard enough to sleep normally, let alone with someone watching, so I'm going to take something for it. ( Handmade! ) It means I won't wake up unless you reaaally want me to, at least for a good few hours, so—
( Here, he rests cold fingertips on Bakugo's shoulder, leaning in to place a tiny peck on his cheek, lingering just long enough to say: ) Thanks again, hero.
( He pulls back just as quickly, spinning to head back towards the bed with a pointed avoidance in looking back again. He looks in his nightstand first, pulling out the small vial that's likely the sleeping aid. )
Or should I call you Mr. Dream Nurse now? You know, if the staff in the palace had been bold enough to tell me to... fuck off, or whatever, it would have at least been a lot more interesting. ( He's just babbling to avoid the small worries he has about the House and Bakugo in particular, because they're foreign enough... But also, in case Bakugo wants to yell at him a little more before he chugs this vial. Or like, ask where the laundry room is. He'll share these things. )
[Bakugo narrows his eyes, suspecting there's something hidden in the way Esikko trails off. Taking the hint, he doesn't prompt further. A secret he can't speak of. Fine. Enough suggestions dropped he's strengthened his resolve. Hallway, doorway, Esikko's room-
Or just outside, once the man stops and Bakugo almost bumps into him.] Oy! Don't stop all of a sudden!
[He backs off, giving the man a space to get out if he has to go elsewhere.]
You pissed it off. [Good to know the Peacock's immature enough to hold grudges and call names. Immaturity means easier exploitation. Funny Esikko talks about having trouble sleeping with someone watching, yet Bakugo's pretty damn sure the guy's fallen asleep with people in his bed. He does not want to ask about that. Private shit.]
Uh-huh. I want you to go to sleep, not wake the fuck back up. [Sheesh. He's like a little kid, dragging his feet when it's time to go to bed. Bakugo glances down at the fingertips poking icy on his shoulder. Then tenses up when the man suddenly kisses him right on the cheek. FOOM! Flushed and snarling, head tilted to the side despite the heat on his face.] Dammit! I'm not some maid!
[But he is a hero. Bakugo rubs at his cheek, grumbling to himself and glancing to the side before returning his attention back to Esikko's retreating back. While he doesn't invade the guy's room immediately, he takes his place in the doorway. Red eyes wander about the space, noting all the elements making this space distinctly Esikko's. Of course flowering plants along the decor, a heavy scent of flora hangs in the air, though that might also be the prince himself.]
Call me that and you'll be eating your stupid pillow. [Hmph. Bakugo crosses his arms over his chest.] You're not supposed to tell your prince to fuck off, idiot.
[That's how royalty works in those settings. As for finding the laundry... eh, he'll manage. Esikko getting to sleep is more important.]
( Esikko smiles to himself as he sits on the edge of his bed, tucking his legs beneath the covers before he uncorks the vial. )
Do you always do what you're "supposed" to do?
( Aren't there some rules that are meant to be broken? Or rather, he thinks that there are times where the rules don't coincide with what's "right" anyway. He knocks back the vial of sleep aid and then recorks it, setting it on the nightstand before curling on one side.
His eyes do slide over to Bakugo in the doorway, already feeling heavy. )
At least get comfortable somewhere... The bed, or a chair, or whatever.
( Those are his last mumbled words before he falls right asleep. He wasn't kidding— that stuff is immediate and strong.
The master bedroom in particular is a room that's kept much of the same organizing that Bakugo had helped him with in his 2 suite. Of course, there's the upgrade of actual nice furniture, stylized in a clean fashion. Plants are everywhere, well taken care of and providing a nice, subtle smell of a garden, and his journal is right on his desk with an assortment of loose papers with botanical illustrations and neatly written notes labeling parts of plants. Some of them, at a quick glance, are of the types of Golden Peacock flowers in the garden, like the one that makes you fall asleep and need a kiss. He's been looking into it all!
There's the chair at the desk, comfortable but upright, or there's a bench at the foot of the bed, too. There's also an attached bathroom with even more seating in front of the mirror, like a built in vanity, and a whole shower and tub set up. Aside from that, nothing all that notable. So Bakugo can take care of what he needs while Esikko sleeps! )
[Bakugo rolls his eyes in annoyance at Esikko's cheeky response. Bratty old man prince. At least he's getting into bed so there's no more harping about that.]
Depends on if the instructions are stupid.
[He was "supposed" to work with Midoriya during that test, but he hated the very idea of doing something so humiliating. And he was driven by his own pride and power to win all on his own. It didn't work out as he wanted... But that was a long time ago.
Rules aren't meant to be broken. Despite people's bitching, a lot of them are there to help and keep things running so nothing spins off into chaos. Esikko's not wrong about rules and "right" aren't always compatible. But again, that depends on the rule and the people involved.
Bakugo grunts in response before walking into the room and taking a seat on the chair near the bed.
Well damn... He's surprised at how fast the other man falls asleep. Most sleep aids take a while to kick in, apart from knock out fumes. Color him impressed. Bakugo gives it a few minutes before rising from the chair and glancing at Esikko's desk. Rummaging through someone else's notes and journals is a shitty action, so he ignores it.
Rather he heads out of Esikko's bedroom and wanders the suite, looking for a bathroom + shower combo before finding the laundry. It takes a while. But once he does locate them, it's a matter of throwing his clothes in the machine, then getting a shower to clean himself off while they spin around in the wash. Who knows how long the machine takes to wash and dry, but he'll hang around until he and his clothes are clean, then dress and-- after checking on Esikko one more time --take his leave of the suite with a quiet click of the now-locked front door.]
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Date: 2/11/25 18:04 (UTC)Some people might question or wonder if a hero feels like they're a burden, needing rescuing, needing help, but how stupid is it to get pissed off at doing the very thing you dedicated your life to do?! ...Says the guy who will immediately yell at the civilian he rescued for being a moron needing rescue in the first place...
Bakugo has PR issues galore.]
I'll make sure you're asleep before I go back. [And yeah, he'll likely take a shower so he's not stalking around the halls looking like a damn zombie film survivor. Gonna have to clean his clothes too.]
Unless you're gonna sleep on the couch, get moving to your room. [He'll follow.]
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Date: 2/13/25 23:06 (UTC)Aren't you supposed to be kind and gentle to someone who's recovering from an injury?
( He's teasing, since he thinks Bakugo's actions have been plenty kind on their own, and the only time people have been nice to him during recovery... Well, there's just Kirma, and he'd realized a little too late that he was just being nice because he was excited seeing him so weak.
Esikko's hand rests on the railing as he moves up the stairs. )
By the way, did you know the House is capable of texting your Watch itself? ( It seems out of nowhere because he specifically waited for some distance between the conversation about ranks to this. ) It sent me a puzzle that was laughably easy...
And anyway, it seems to have a strange level of personality for an entity like itself, considering it couldn't resist the urge to insult me for being a "transgressor". ( At the top of the stairs, the master bedroom isn't far, and he pushes the door open lightly, trailing in. ) I just thought you'd be interested in knowing those little facts.
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Date: 2/14/25 01:13 (UTC)What do you think I am, some kinda fucking dream nurse? Move your ass.
[Oh he's got lovely bedside manners. His words and his actions are sometimes a pure clash. Bakugo takes the stairs one at a time, not wanting to be Esikko's shadow stuck to his back. The man's already dealing with embarrassment over his weakness. ]
Huh? Not surprised. The damn thing's got a brain. [It created everything in here, including the Watch, so getting a text from the stupid chicken itself... Hell, kind of surprised it hasn't done that regularly. Bakugo arches a brow at the segue into puzzles.]
For what? Some stupid midnight texting? [Wouldn't put it past the damn thing to bother people. He shoves his hands into his pockets as ascends, clicking his tongue at the reminder of Esikko's branding.] Doesn't like people trying to beat it. Like any damn casino.
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Date: 2/14/25 06:34 (UTC)( There's brief consideration over whether he should send a brief part of the conversation and riddle, but ultimately, he decides that Bakugo's intelligent enough to handle whatever riddle or task comes his way without any further preparation. Not that he's going to say as much out loud, of course. )
It called me so many names, I can only assume I left quite the impression. ( Which he feels cocky about, even as his feet grow tired on their walk to his own bed. He pauses suddenly, stopped right inside the door to the bedroom itself, and turns to face Bakugo. )
...Anyway, it's hard enough to sleep normally, let alone with someone watching, so I'm going to take something for it. ( Handmade! ) It means I won't wake up unless you reaaally want me to, at least for a good few hours, so—
( Here, he rests cold fingertips on Bakugo's shoulder, leaning in to place a tiny peck on his cheek, lingering just long enough to say: ) Thanks again, hero.
( He pulls back just as quickly, spinning to head back towards the bed with a pointed avoidance in looking back again. He looks in his nightstand first, pulling out the small vial that's likely the sleeping aid. )
Or should I call you Mr. Dream Nurse now? You know, if the staff in the palace had been bold enough to tell me to... fuck off, or whatever, it would have at least been a lot more interesting. ( He's just babbling to avoid the small worries he has about the House and Bakugo in particular, because they're foreign enough... But also, in case Bakugo wants to yell at him a little more before he chugs this vial. Or like, ask where the laundry room is. He'll share these things. )
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Date: 2/14/25 22:31 (UTC)Or just outside, once the man stops and Bakugo almost bumps into him.] Oy! Don't stop all of a sudden!
[He backs off, giving the man a space to get out if he has to go elsewhere.]
You pissed it off. [Good to know the Peacock's immature enough to hold grudges and call names. Immaturity means easier exploitation. Funny Esikko talks about having trouble sleeping with someone watching, yet Bakugo's pretty damn sure the guy's fallen asleep with people in his bed. He does not want to ask about that. Private shit.]
Uh-huh. I want you to go to sleep, not wake the fuck back up. [Sheesh. He's like a little kid, dragging his feet when it's time to go to bed. Bakugo glances down at the fingertips poking icy on his shoulder. Then tenses up when the man suddenly kisses him right on the cheek. FOOM! Flushed and snarling, head tilted to the side despite the heat on his face.] Dammit! I'm not some maid!
[But he is a hero. Bakugo rubs at his cheek, grumbling to himself and glancing to the side before returning his attention back to Esikko's retreating back. While he doesn't invade the guy's room immediately, he takes his place in the doorway. Red eyes wander about the space, noting all the elements making this space distinctly Esikko's. Of course flowering plants along the decor, a heavy scent of flora hangs in the air, though that might also be the prince himself.]
Call me that and you'll be eating your stupid pillow. [Hmph. Bakugo crosses his arms over his chest.] You're not supposed to tell your prince to fuck off, idiot.
[That's how royalty works in those settings. As for finding the laundry... eh, he'll manage. Esikko getting to sleep is more important.]
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Date: 2/15/25 23:09 (UTC)Do you always do what you're "supposed" to do?
( Aren't there some rules that are meant to be broken? Or rather, he thinks that there are times where the rules don't coincide with what's "right" anyway. He knocks back the vial of sleep aid and then recorks it, setting it on the nightstand before curling on one side.
His eyes do slide over to Bakugo in the doorway, already feeling heavy. )
At least get comfortable somewhere... The bed, or a chair, or whatever.
( Those are his last mumbled words before he falls right asleep. He wasn't kidding— that stuff is immediate and strong.
The master bedroom in particular is a room that's kept much of the same organizing that Bakugo had helped him with in his 2 suite. Of course, there's the upgrade of actual nice furniture, stylized in a clean fashion. Plants are everywhere, well taken care of and providing a nice, subtle smell of a garden, and his journal is right on his desk with an assortment of loose papers with botanical illustrations and neatly written notes labeling parts of plants. Some of them, at a quick glance, are of the types of Golden Peacock flowers in the garden, like the one that makes you fall asleep and need a kiss. He's been looking into it all!
There's the chair at the desk, comfortable but upright, or there's a bench at the foot of the bed, too. There's also an attached bathroom with even more seating in front of the mirror, like a built in vanity, and a whole shower and tub set up. Aside from that, nothing all that notable. So Bakugo can take care of what he needs while Esikko sleeps! )
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Date: 2/16/25 17:17 (UTC)Depends on if the instructions are stupid.
[He was "supposed" to work with Midoriya during that test, but he hated the very idea of doing something so humiliating. And he was driven by his own pride and power to win all on his own. It didn't work out as he wanted... But that was a long time ago.
Rules aren't meant to be broken. Despite people's bitching, a lot of them are there to help and keep things running so nothing spins off into chaos. Esikko's not wrong about rules and "right" aren't always compatible. But again, that depends on the rule and the people involved.
Bakugo grunts in response before walking into the room and taking a seat on the chair near the bed.
Well damn... He's surprised at how fast the other man falls asleep. Most sleep aids take a while to kick in, apart from knock out fumes. Color him impressed. Bakugo gives it a few minutes before rising from the chair and glancing at Esikko's desk. Rummaging through someone else's notes and journals is a shitty action, so he ignores it.
Rather he heads out of Esikko's bedroom and wanders the suite, looking for a bathroom + shower combo before finding the laundry. It takes a while. But once he does locate them, it's a matter of throwing his clothes in the machine, then getting a shower to clean himself off while they spin around in the wash. Who knows how long the machine takes to wash and dry, but he'll hang around until he and his clothes are clean, then dress and-- after checking on Esikko one more time --take his leave of the suite with a quiet click of the now-locked front door.]