[As Yusuke said, he never wants to owe anyone anything.
But Bakugo deserved a painting he requested; Yusuke can only hope it is in a style he appreciates. Art can be, and is, very subjective, and he wouldn't be offended (much...) if he didn't like it.
As for the nickname- that one's universal, decided on by a group of thieves. Bakugo's can be more. Personal. ]
[Bakugo and he are in similar feelings on that; he was pissed his classmates came to rescue him and paid them back for the inconvenience! 50,000 yen's worth of inconvenience (for the night-vision binoculars Kirishima bought).
Painting passes inspection and approval. He's not gonna hang it immediately, since he wants some time to envision where it goes. Any visitors are gonna call it an ego trip...
[Bakugo worked A LOT of part time after school jobs to build his spending money back up after forcibly repaying his classmate for the item. His parents knew better than to offer him the cash back. (Hell, his mom wouldn't even have bothered, since she was angry at him for getting kidnapped in the first place.)
[If he means date in the generic "two people go do something together" then yes, it's a date. But MOST PEOPLE aren't gonna look at "date" in such a generic light, dammit!
Who knows if this is a perfect angle.]
All right. I'll meet you there.
[And he will be, about five minutes before 4:30 before he's punctual like that. Dressed in black jean shorts, a white t-shirt, a black casual button down with a bomb design on the side, and boots.]
[The hotel staff might take it as a date! If they do, MAYBE they get free shit to encourage... things.
In any case!
Yusuke is punctual as well, arriving mere moments after Bakugo, taking the elevator that the guy probably just stepped out of. Compared to the paintings incident and their messy run-in at the pods, Yusuke looks properly put together. His long-ish hair is pulled back into a small bun just at the nape of his neck, wears long, blue cardigan over white shirt and black trousers. And yes, the bag he has slung over his shoulder does contain a big sketchbook and all sorts of pens.]
Ah! You're here! I hope you didn't wait for me, [Yusuke greets him when he steps out of the elevator and approaches him.]
[Good luck with that. Bakugo doesn't like other people interfering in his dates in any way. Even an offering of free samples or whatever's likely going to get him glaring and growling while Yusuke's the decent side.
Be nice and get them a free salad, man.
Bakugo glances to the side, arching a brow as the other man shows up. He expects Yusuke to be stylish (the guy's an artist) but he didn't expect him to show up wearing someone's tablecloth. Is this a fancy western? And complete with his artist's satchel. That's... admirable and stupid at the same time. Go fig.]
I just got here. You should be careful with the elevators. Bad shit happens in them.
[It's not a tablecloth! It's... fancy-shmancy stuff Hotel suggests he wears (well, the staff), and that's in the shops. He can't be picky here! And of course, he has his art bag; it's ridiculous to go without it, even if he's already sketched most of this place. He didn't sketch all the people.
Yusuke gives him a nod and a small smile.]
Oh, I am very well acquainted with inexplicably aroused paintings. I've tried removing the atrocity, however, it wouldn't budge. Someone else said it was glued there by the Hotel's magic so removal was impossible. What an awful representation of art and human physique.
[Stop him, Bakugo, or he won't stop yapping and complaining about the horny elevator paintings.]
[Looks like a tablecloth or some curtain found in a tribal area of the world. Why the hell is Yusuke listening to what the hotel tells him to wear?! Tell those bastards to fuck off and wear what he wants! It's not hard to find clothes you like, even if it means avoiding all the rich-level stores and hitting up middle-class fare.
Bakugo glances at the elevator, eyes narrowed in a dismissive manner. Good. He doesn't have to go into detail.]
Take the stairs. [Then he can avoid the stupid thing(s) altogether. He turns from the elevator, hands in his pockets, and heads towards the central area. The scent of food, spices, drinks, and a host of other restaurants, cafes, and the like start seeping into the halls the closer they get.]
What happened to all those paintings from the paint clone event? [Since he's talking to someone who pays attention to "art" around the resort.]
[...because that's the clothes that are on the offer here? He'd rather not go walking around naked! ..........and it was free. Beggars can't be choosers when they spend all their chips on paints and canvases.]
I usually do. Unless I have to come here, or am carrying my art supplies. They are heavy. [While yes, he can carry many canvases with his incredible (weird) strength (stat (highest in the team!?)), sometimes his hands are way too full to maneuver everything up the stairs. If anything falls out of his hands and breaks would be pure waste of chips!]
That is a good question, [Yusuke pushes hair out of his face.] I remember being trapped in one. By the time I was released, the -event- was done. I was a bit disoriented, I admit, but the number of paintings diminished drastically at once.
Either they were clones of clones, and they all merged into one original painting they came from, or the Hotel and staff managed to neutralize them.
[... budget better, you charity-accepting dumpster diver. Or find out ways to get clothing vouchers. Then you can save your money for paint and still get yourself some decent clothes.]
What the hell are you carrying, a whole studio?! [Sane artists would have some paint, brushes, maybe pencils or pens, a collapsible easel if they're real intense about it, and maybe some folded canvas sheets. But even all that can fit in a generic artist's tote! Now he has a mental image of Yusuke stooping around the resort like a turtle with a miniature building on his back!]
You got trapped in one? What a loser. [Granted his opponent was... stronger than him, as much as he's loathe to admit it. Albeit, his opponent was HIM, so that's some balm?]
So they weren't able to trap people in there forever. [Damn fake-out threat.]
When I go on a big supply run, the most troublesome part is canvases; they are the heaviest. [He NEVER buys just one thing, no one in their sane mind will make twenty trips for all the supplies. Also, there needs to be a general reason why he's the strongest out of everyone on his team with his persona.....]
I wasn't paying attention, yes, it was entirely my fault. [He will admit it, although being called a loser kind of stings... he doesn't have Goemon here to do anything to defend himself, he's just- a guy.]
No. I think that the magic wore out, or the staff managed to reverse it. As I said, my memory of that event is quite fuzzy.
Where the hell do you find a canvas? [Bakugo hasn't gone looking for art supplies, much less a crafts store. Though Akira found a bookstore (with comics) that wasn't perverted, something he'd never seen before in his time here. And yes, he did look for a bookstore a few times! Fucking resort playing favorites.]
Do better next time, idiot. [Snarling at him to pay attention after Yusuke admitted to his own fault seems stupid, even if Bakugo's saying it in his mind. Those paintings weren't something they could dismiss so easily; a lot of them were problematic and dangerous for their originals!]
The magic probably wore out. Events only last about a month. [Maybe a month and a half. But the staff only bothers to help mid-ranks and higher.]
Oh, this place loves art, even if it is quite explicit. It wasn't hard to find a shop with art supplies. [And he's enough of a high rank to not be ignored or looked at suspiciously when he's purchasing things. Especially after exhibit, the staff at shop seem to know him.]
I've become more vigilant since then. It hasn't tried anything similar since then, as far as I can recall. [They were quite troublesome. The statues too, going around and grabbing people.]
That is still too long if you ask me. [He's tired of these -events- and his own mark and everything here. But he doesn't complain and tries to move forward the best he can, and looks for things to lift the mood.
Like that coffee shop, built right underneath a huge weeping willow with hanging bioluminescent flowers.]
Ah, the coffee shop. [The one for Bakugo's lava cake.]
No shit. [He'd never bothered looking. With the events and decorations around the resort, no wonder this place would encourage artistry. So long as at least some of the products were perverted. Yusuke's exhibit should've been proof of that alone. Minus the fucking possessed paintings later on.]
Three of the recent events were threatening. [Water drownings, painting kidnappings, statue kidnapping, gladiator rings, fucking winged cherubs shooting arrows at people. Okay so the last two might not've been as fatal threatening as the former, but enough Bakugo took some damn note!]
Take it up with the fucking bird. [They can't, obviously. Almost everyone's likely tired of this place and its inane shenanigans. Grousing comments curb off when he realizes they're approaching the shop Yusuke's voucher correlates to. Bakugo eyes the place with a frown.]
I wish I could. [And that comes out so sincerely and with a sigh that literally says "this place is lucky I don't have my powers with me, I'd show them what hell freezing over means".
Yusuke smiles a bit, and nods,] It is a bit secluded and out of the way from the regular path, but it is quite wonderful. [He gestures at the plants and tree branches that have ivy-like things hanging in the air.]
It's all bioluminescent. I love to come here in the evening to enjoy the view and paint.
[And he happily steps inside the cafe and makes way between the tables and goes outside on the little terrace that has wooden tables and chairs, some pillows, a bench, and a lot of plants.]
Get in line. [He and probably 90% of the other guests in the hotel would love a chance to rip into the stupid bird keeping them caged up in here. Noting Yusuke's tone suggests he doesn't have his powers with him. Bakugo's come to realize he's pretty damn lucky to have kept his Quirk in the transition.]
Hmph. Is its food safe? [The most important question to any potential eatery. He almost always frequents the Red Cardinal when he's out to eat, trusting the proprietress to keep the normal resort shenanigans out of his meals. In exchange for the safe haven, she gets his patronage, he almost always brings anyone joining him for a meal there, and sometimes helps out with cooking or cleaning if she's amenable.
But it does make him suspicious of other establishments unless they have someone to vouch for them.]
Doesn't that fuck with your color pallet? [The dimmer light and different-colored glows. Bakugo eyes the place, feeling a little bit like he's walked into a flower shop or a coifed jungle.]
Yes, quite. There are two types of menus: the regular and a separate one that appears in the evening when dates start to show up.
[It wouldn't be the Hotel if it didn't want to encourage couples to get busy, even here. But he's telling the truth- one menu has regular sweets and drinks, and the other menu is printed on a dark blue card with a flowery design to "get attention" from potential customers.
The cafe is fairly empty, the terrace specifically, and Yusuke happily takes a seat at one of the tables.]
It would, yes, if I were doing a proper painting on canvas. However, I come here to- unwind. [As much as one can in this place. Also, he is NOT carrying the entire easel and canvas to Vale!] I do small pictures with crayons or watercolors in my sketchbook. Not everything I paint is canvas-worthy.
[Is what he gathers from the information. He's familiar with the Hotel's changing version, having only needed to see the arcade at night to never go back there after hours again. He wants to high score on DDR, not Dick Her Down.
Bakugo picks up the regular menu and scans over the options. Bleh, too sweet... Gotta find something in here now stuffed with saccharine embellishments. Anything light with some fruit? Chiffon cake?]
Unwind? [That has two different meanings here, one being a polite euphemism. Seeing Yusuke's expression tells him it's a generic usage. Bakugo arches a brow.] Crayons? Like a kid?
I avoid the menu that is offered in the evening hours, yes.
[It's honestly easy to avoid the "spicy" menu here if you want to, compared to other places. It's why Yusuke's here so often, and why the staff seem to recognize him from time to time. The did try to encourage the late hour menu, it's not that they didn't, but they didn't press him about it when he denied it.
Well, the voucher is for lava cake, probably the sweetest thing you can get here. But there are things such as waffles and fruit, some other fried/baked sweets that aren't too sweet.
Yusuke chuckles and pushes hair out of his face,] Nonsense. An artist can use any medium they want; there is no such thing as 'only for kids'. The reason crayons are marketed mostly for kids is that they are very affordable for parents.
But they can come in a plethora of colors if you find a good brand, and you can carry them easily around, compared to a canvas, an easel, and a box of paints.
[The waitress comes around to take their order, and Yusuke orders without looking at the menu at all: a strong black coffee, no sugar or cream, and a set of macaroons. The waitress turns to Bakugo then, waiting expectantly, while Yusuke fidgets around in his bag for said crayons and a block of paper.]
Tch. [Could've let it at "yes". Bakugo noted one of the staff seemed to recognize Yusuke when they arrived. Guess everyone has their usual haunts and preferences. Likely how people at Beak and Talon recognize the explosive hero after all the time he spends there.
Right, it's a voucher for lava cake. Guess Yusuke splitting it with him makes up for its level of sweetness. Bakugo glances over the lava cake on offering. Like almost all food in the peacock, it looks amazing. Velvet dark chocolate leaking out onto the plate, thick cake promising rich texture, dusting with sugar and shaved chocolate.]
What kind of professional artist goes to gallery with crayon works? [He's certainly never seen one; he certainly hasn't gone looking for artists. There was that insane smiling guy who vandalized buildings with paint. Anyways, Yusuke's not beating allegations crayons are for kids.]
Whatever. Do what you want. [He's not gonna dis it more. Yusuke's argument about transport ease is sound, but could be applied to colored pencils, markers, etc.
Bakugo orders the lava cake and sets the voucher down, adding a glass of milk along with it.]
[It's very sweet, yes, but Yusuke's the type that might complain about dishes, but he never outright refuses food, especially food that is free. Even if it is very sweet.]
Artists who like to learn new things, [Yusuke easily explains.] Admittedly, they are rare exhibitions, but when they happen, it is by very talented people, and many artists go to visit, because it's rare. [It's also hard to find these artists if you are not actively looking for them.
Yusuke's search ends with him pulling out an expensive looking box of crayons, and a block with paper, but he only takes black shades from the box and opens a clear page in front of him, not drawing anything- yet.]
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Date: 5/4/25 01:10 (UTC)But Bakugo deserved a painting he requested; Yusuke can only hope it is in a style he appreciates. Art can be, and is, very subjective, and he wouldn't be offended (much...) if he didn't like it.
As for the nickname- that one's universal, decided on by a group of thieves. Bakugo's can be more.
Personal. ]
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Date: 5/4/25 01:41 (UTC)Painting passes inspection and approval. He's not gonna hang it immediately, since he wants some time to envision where it goes. Any visitors are gonna call it an ego trip...
But a few days later-]
Oy, Meiku.
Make some time this afternoon.
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Date: 5/4/25 01:53 (UTC)He's holed up in his room, going through the paintings he's already made (some already a year old) when he receives the message.
That nickname...]
It's incredibly rude to demand things like that, especially at short notice.
Luckily, I am not preoccupied today. What did you have in mind?
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Date: 5/4/25 02:02 (UTC)Dude, budget for yourself.]
We're splitting a lava cake at that cafe.
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Date: 5/4/25 22:06 (UTC)...is he asking him out on a date?]
The cake was a thank-you gift. But if you want me to accompany you, I will gladly do so.
What time?
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Date: 5/5/25 02:02 (UTC)HAA?! WHAT DATE?!]
Then I can do what I want with it!
[And that includes splitting it.]
4:30.
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Date: 5/5/25 22:15 (UTC)Looks like a date to Yusuke.
Although, to be fair, it needs to be a perfect angle for Yusuke to recognize one.]
That is true.
Very well. I will wait for you at the entrance of the Valley.
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Date: 5/6/25 03:27 (UTC)Who knows if this is a perfect angle.]
All right. I'll meet you there.
[And he will be, about five minutes before 4:30 before he's punctual like that. Dressed in black jean shorts, a white t-shirt, a black casual button down with a bomb design on the side, and boots.]
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Date: 5/7/25 22:24 (UTC)In any case!
Yusuke is punctual as well, arriving mere moments after Bakugo, taking the elevator that the guy probably just stepped out of. Compared to the paintings incident and their messy run-in at the pods, Yusuke looks properly put together. His long-ish hair is pulled back into a small bun just at the nape of his neck, wears long, blue cardigan over white shirt and black trousers. And yes, the bag he has slung over his shoulder does contain a big sketchbook and all sorts of pens.]
Ah! You're here! I hope you didn't wait for me, [Yusuke greets him when he steps out of the elevator and approaches him.]
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Date: 5/8/25 01:13 (UTC)Be nice and get them a free salad, man.
Bakugo glances to the side, arching a brow as the other man shows up. He expects Yusuke to be stylish (the guy's an artist) but he didn't expect him to show up wearing someone's tablecloth. Is this a fancy western? And complete with his artist's satchel. That's... admirable and stupid at the same time. Go fig.]
I just got here. You should be careful with the elevators. Bad shit happens in them.
[Hi!]
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Date: 5/10/25 21:45 (UTC)Yusuke gives him a nod and a small smile.]
Oh, I am very well acquainted with inexplicably aroused paintings. I've tried removing the atrocity, however, it wouldn't budge. Someone else said it was glued there by the Hotel's magic so removal was impossible. What an awful representation of art and human physique.
[Stop him, Bakugo, or he won't stop yapping and complaining about the horny elevator paintings.]
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Date: 5/12/25 23:40 (UTC)Bakugo glances at the elevator, eyes narrowed in a dismissive manner. Good. He doesn't have to go into detail.]
Take the stairs. [Then he can avoid the stupid thing(s) altogether. He turns from the elevator, hands in his pockets, and heads towards the central area. The scent of food, spices, drinks, and a host of other restaurants, cafes, and the like start seeping into the halls the closer they get.]
What happened to all those paintings from the paint clone event? [Since he's talking to someone who pays attention to "art" around the resort.]
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Date: 5/21/25 01:11 (UTC)I usually do. Unless I have to come here, or am carrying my art supplies. They are heavy. [While yes, he can carry many canvases with his incredible (weird) strength (stat (highest in the team!?)), sometimes his hands are way too full to maneuver everything up the stairs. If anything falls out of his hands and breaks would be pure waste of chips!]
That is a good question, [Yusuke pushes hair out of his face.] I remember being trapped in one. By the time I was released, the -event- was done. I was a bit disoriented, I admit, but the number of paintings diminished drastically at once.
Either they were clones of clones, and they all merged into one original painting they came from, or the Hotel and staff managed to neutralize them.
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Date: 5/21/25 03:05 (UTC)What the hell are you carrying, a whole studio?! [Sane artists would have some paint, brushes, maybe pencils or pens, a collapsible easel if they're real intense about it, and maybe some folded canvas sheets. But even all that can fit in a generic artist's tote! Now he has a mental image of Yusuke stooping around the resort like a turtle with a miniature building on his back!]
You got trapped in one? What a loser. [Granted his opponent was... stronger than him, as much as he's loathe to admit it. Albeit, his opponent was HIM, so that's some balm?]
So they weren't able to trap people in there forever. [Damn fake-out threat.]
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Date: 6/10/25 22:24 (UTC)I wasn't paying attention, yes, it was entirely my fault. [He will admit it, although being called a loser kind of stings... he doesn't have Goemon here to do anything to defend himself, he's just- a guy.]
No. I think that the magic wore out, or the staff managed to reverse it. As I said, my memory of that event is quite fuzzy.
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Date: 6/11/25 02:17 (UTC)Do better next time, idiot. [Snarling at him to pay attention after Yusuke admitted to his own fault seems stupid, even if Bakugo's saying it in his mind. Those paintings weren't something they could dismiss so easily; a lot of them were problematic and dangerous for their originals!]
The magic probably wore out. Events only last about a month. [Maybe a month and a half. But the staff only bothers to help mid-ranks and higher.]
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Date: 6/11/25 22:48 (UTC)I've become more vigilant since then. It hasn't tried anything similar since then, as far as I can recall. [They were quite troublesome. The statues too, going around and grabbing people.]
That is still too long if you ask me. [He's tired of these -events- and his own mark and everything here. But he doesn't complain and tries to move forward the best he can, and looks for things to lift the mood.
Like that coffee shop, built right underneath a huge weeping willow with hanging bioluminescent flowers.]
Ah, the coffee shop. [The one for Bakugo's lava cake.]
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Date: 6/12/25 03:21 (UTC)Three of the recent events were threatening. [Water drownings, painting kidnappings, statue kidnapping, gladiator rings, fucking winged cherubs shooting arrows at people. Okay so the last two might not've been as fatal threatening as the former, but enough Bakugo took some damn note!]
Take it up with the fucking bird. [They can't, obviously. Almost everyone's likely tired of this place and its inane shenanigans. Grousing comments curb off when he realizes they're approaching the shop Yusuke's voucher correlates to. Bakugo eyes the place with a frown.]
Never been in here... [No one's surprised.]
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Date: 6/17/25 16:06 (UTC)Yusuke smiles a bit, and nods,] It is a bit secluded and out of the way from the regular path, but it is quite wonderful. [He gestures at the plants and tree branches that have ivy-like things hanging in the air.]
It's all bioluminescent. I love to come here in the evening to enjoy the view and paint.
[And he happily steps inside the cafe and makes way between the tables and goes outside on the little terrace that has wooden tables and chairs, some pillows, a bench, and a lot of plants.]
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Date: 6/17/25 23:04 (UTC)Hmph. Is its food safe? [The most important question to any potential eatery. He almost always frequents the Red Cardinal when he's out to eat, trusting the proprietress to keep the normal resort shenanigans out of his meals. In exchange for the safe haven, she gets his patronage, he almost always brings anyone joining him for a meal there, and sometimes helps out with cooking or cleaning if she's amenable.
But it does make him suspicious of other establishments unless they have someone to vouch for them.]
Doesn't that fuck with your color pallet? [The dimmer light and different-colored glows. Bakugo eyes the place, feeling a little bit like he's walked into a flower shop or a coifed jungle.]
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Date: 6/18/25 00:32 (UTC)[It wouldn't be the Hotel if it didn't want to encourage couples to get busy, even here. But he's telling the truth- one menu has regular sweets and drinks, and the other menu is printed on a dark blue card with a flowery design to "get attention" from potential customers.
The cafe is fairly empty, the terrace specifically, and Yusuke happily takes a seat at one of the tables.]
It would, yes, if I were doing a proper painting on canvas. However, I come here to- unwind. [As much as one can in this place. Also, he is NOT carrying the entire easel and canvas to Vale!] I do small pictures with crayons or watercolors in my sketchbook. Not everything I paint is canvas-worthy.
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Date: 6/18/25 21:08 (UTC)[Is what he gathers from the information. He's familiar with the Hotel's changing version, having only needed to see the arcade at night to never go back there after hours again. He wants to high score on DDR, not Dick Her Down.
Bakugo picks up the regular menu and scans over the options. Bleh, too sweet... Gotta find something in here now stuffed with saccharine embellishments. Anything light with some fruit? Chiffon cake?]
Unwind? [That has two different meanings here, one being a polite euphemism. Seeing Yusuke's expression tells him it's a generic usage. Bakugo arches a brow.] Crayons? Like a kid?
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Date: 6/20/25 20:00 (UTC)[It's honestly easy to avoid the "spicy" menu here if you want to, compared to other places. It's why Yusuke's here so often, and why the staff seem to recognize him from time to time. The did try to encourage the late hour menu, it's not that they didn't, but they didn't press him about it when he denied it.
Well, the voucher is for lava cake, probably the sweetest thing you can get here. But there are things such as waffles and fruit, some other fried/baked sweets that aren't too sweet.
Yusuke chuckles and pushes hair out of his face,] Nonsense. An artist can use any medium they want; there is no such thing as 'only for kids'. The reason crayons are marketed mostly for kids is that they are very affordable for parents.
But they can come in a plethora of colors if you find a good brand, and you can carry them easily around, compared to a canvas, an easel, and a box of paints.
[The waitress comes around to take their order, and Yusuke orders without looking at the menu at all: a strong black coffee, no sugar or cream, and a set of macaroons. The waitress turns to Bakugo then, waiting expectantly, while Yusuke fidgets around in his bag for said crayons and a block of paper.]
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Date: 6/21/25 01:26 (UTC)Right, it's a voucher for lava cake. Guess Yusuke splitting it with him makes up for its level of sweetness. Bakugo glances over the lava cake on offering. Like almost all food in the peacock, it looks amazing. Velvet dark chocolate leaking out onto the plate, thick cake promising rich texture, dusting with sugar and shaved chocolate.]
What kind of professional artist goes to gallery with crayon works? [He's certainly never seen one; he certainly hasn't gone looking for artists. There was that insane smiling guy who vandalized buildings with paint. Anyways, Yusuke's not beating allegations crayons are for kids.]
Whatever. Do what you want. [He's not gonna dis it more. Yusuke's argument about transport ease is sound, but could be applied to colored pencils, markers, etc.
Bakugo orders the lava cake and sets the voucher down, adding a glass of milk along with it.]
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Date: 6/23/25 00:13 (UTC)Artists who like to learn new things, [Yusuke easily explains.] Admittedly, they are rare exhibitions, but when they happen, it is by very talented people, and many artists go to visit, because it's rare. [It's also hard to find these artists if you are not actively looking for them.
Yusuke's search ends with him pulling out an expensive looking box of crayons, and a block with paper, but he only takes black shades from the box and opens a clear page in front of him, not drawing anything- yet.]
How do you spend your free time?
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