[Maturity in full force. Sounds like Esikko's recovering from his previous wreck. Bastard didn't need to get harassed but somehow continues attracting people who think he's fun to harass. The eternal butt monkey prince. Whatever. Bakugo thinks back to Esikko's two alternate forms from the paintings, an almost unseen monstrosity and some overpowered god floating around with an ego complex. Wonder if either of those will end up showing at the peacock some day again.
Thoughts he won't bother voicing since Esikko both hated and feared his alternate selves. And because he's busy blasting the hell out of their trip delay. As soon as their feet hit the ground, he releases the prince and lets him have space for putting his legs under him again. Good thing he's reactive enough to grab, otherwise he would've been a floppy ragdoll over Bakugo's arm the entire short but fast flight.
If anyone's in the stairwell with the blonde, an explosive skip is always on the board at the end of his patience.]
I gave you a warning, dammit! [Grabbed him, told him to hold on, blasted off! That was at least three seconds to do exactly what he said without asking any damn questions! More than fair warning. Thanks for not screaming in his ear this time, Esikko.]
You wanna pass out on the steps instead? [Esikko did better this time, but he's not taking a six-story-at-least trudge up the stairs without keeling over. Bakugo wrenches open the doorn and heads back into the peacock proper.]
( With a huff, he follows after him all the same. This time, when their steps near his own door, he takes a few hurried steps ahead just to shove his Bakugo plushie at Bakugo himself. )
Hold this, and you can give the rabbits their salads if you'd like to speed things up. I'll grab a bag.
( With a gentle tap of his Watch against the room, he opens the door. But interestingly, there seems to be part of his routine where he peeks inside and checks something about the space before entering it completely. He's walked in on unwanted visitors before, despite how that's supposed to be impossible.
The rabbits are downstairs in their own room, but Esikko heads up the stairs to his own bedroom once they're inside, his steps hurried. At least he's not trying to waste time. It won't take long for him to pack a little bit. Night clothes, next day clothes, his journal, a few magic necessities... )
Hmph! [Esikko's answer. He's welcome for skipping his huffing trip to the top. Bakugo bristles instantly, eyes narrowing on the prince's shoulders suddenly bustling in front of him.] Oy! Don't shove in front of my like that!
[What the hell's his rush? A messy suite needing cleaning before he lets his guest in? Bakugo grunts as a fluffy miniature of himself shoves into his hands, red eyes mismatching in size with a glaring dip. Tch, he's not sure how he feels about Esikko having a plushie of him. It's a damn nice stroke of his pride, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. Butt... it's a fucking plushie. Couldn't get some kickass action figure or model?]
Where's your salad shit?
[Because he can't just grab a handful of greens and shove them into a hutch! Rabbits need more than stereotypical carrots and lettuce! Hell, they're not really supposed to have much in the way of carrots. Bakugo narrows his eyes, watching Esikko's head twitch back and forth in an interior peek before going in. Right, he said earlier the resort would let Kirma into his room for no reason...]
Tell the front desk to install security cameras. You can link the system to your watch.
[Then he can check the interior of his suite without having to open the door. Bakugo opens the fridge. Unless Esikko has the rabbits food all ready, he's doing a quick search on the watch for proper dietary needs, then works on gathering different ingredients.]
( Sure enough, posted on the fridge is a helpful little schedule for the rabbits. They have hay full time, in the rabbit room, but it looks like Esikko has a rather detailed list of what vegetables they need for their best health, the amount per serving, etc. They're plants, after all, so he knows those well. He can't cook, but he can apparently make a nice little bunny salad, and the greens in his fridge look to be great quality.
But from upstairs, Esikko calls out. )
There are "security cameras?"
( It sounds foreign coming from his mouth, the idea of it, the words. But he's doing something upstairs that sounds kind of loud, with a few thumps as he moves things around. He's packing his nightly routine bag efficiently, okay!
Anyway, cute little bunnies Chaos and Order will start happily chasing each other in circles when Bakugo delivers the salads. They're used to being spoiled. )
[Labeled. Good. Bakugo locates the containers he's referencing, then heads for the hutch room with them. Good to know Esikko leaves them with ample hay as they want. AS expected of the man, he's pretty meticulous in his scheduling and notes. The hero's able to follow along easily. Strange someone so interested in plants would have pets consuming them. Can he see Esikko with a cat or a dog? ... Not really. Rabbits suit him better.]
You're an Ace, asshole! You can get almost anything yo want installed or made! [It's a fucking magic resort! People can put goddamn pools in their rooms or have a shitty menagerie or training simulator!
Bakugo ignores his thumps and thuds as he doles out each salad to each rabbit. Weird creatures. You'd think they'd be like cats, but they're not. Too soft and skittish for him.
... he is totally judging Esikko for his rabbit names.]
( Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight does NOT have the right to judge any names, thank you very much. Chaos and Order are perfectly suitable bunny names, and their elaborate name plates over the little setup he has for them to be able to eat and use the restroom is themed appropriately!! They're apparently friendly enough, too, since despite being jumpy at sudden movements, they seem to have no problem headbutting at Bakugo's hands for more leaves or attention as he sets their salads down. They're incredibly soft. There are little toy stacking blocks and cups around, too...
But it sounds like Esikko is coming back down the stairs about now. )
I didn't know it was an option. It's like the Watch video? ( He's taking mental notes... While ordering their food to be delivered to Bakugo's suite, of course. Via UberTweets or something?? He doesn't know, but it's been handy for hiding in his room. Spicy gyoza for Bakugo, and... as much as he wants to just order a dessert, he also puts in an appetizer order for himself so he can have real food. He eats better with company, or at least tries to.
He peeks around the corner, a bag now slung over one shoulder and a brown bound journal held to his chest. )
...So, are you going to have me sleeping in a guest room, or do I at least get to be warm, tonight?
( It's not cuddles if it's for warmth...... shut the fuck up )
[Haa?! His name is fucking awesome! Everything he wants people to see him for is in there! An intimidating hero who always wins with absolute crushing victory! ... What the hell's so chaotic about a rabbit? Order he can scoff at but understand. Question is, did Esikko name one and the other followed out of pairing, or did he pick both names together? Not asking! At least the guy's good with his nameplates and hutch. Bakugo checks the rabbits' water, no clue about their litter box, and rolls his eyes before giving them both appropriate pets while they pester him for food.
When he hears Esikko trundling down the stairs, he pushes himself to a stand and returns to the foyer.]
You can link it to your watch video. [Bakugo doesn't have security cameras. Mostly because doesn't need the hotel having another way to record and watch him, and because anyone breaking into his suite isn't leaving alive! Good thing Esikko put in for something healthy; Bakugo would've shoved a salad down his throat at his place. Probably had plenty of junk at the festival anyways. He deposits the containers in the sink and quickly washes them out before leaving them on the drying rack.]
Don't ask stupid questions.
[As he walks past Esikko towards the door, wanting to get back to his room. His stomach's growling and he gets even pissier if he's hungry. Esikko should know he's gonna be in his bed tonight. Dumbass.]
( Esikko is a little puzzled at that, honestly. Is it stupid because it's obvious they're sleeping together, or stupid because it's obvious they wouldn't...? But before he can even think of a way to reply, Bakugo is brushing past him, and he's left stepping after with a quiet little noise of annoyance, trying to catch up. Hold on!!
It's fine, he'll figure the bed thing out later tonight. For now, they exit the room together, and Esikko gives an extra tug at the door to ensure it's locked before they leave.
From there, it's likely not long until Bakugo's suite, being the same rank and all. This hotel's layout can be confusing as hell sometimes, but Esikko doesn't worry about that and allows Bakugo to lead the way. Instead, he rechecks through his packed bag (it's one night) and assures the plushie is tucked away there, too, before opening his journal and flipping through a few pages, searching for something. )
Did you ever have to take notes, when you learned how to use your quirk?
[Have fun trying to read Bakugo's mind as he expects the prince to. Put all those little pieces together, from his explosive abrasive attitude to the small actions he takes for someone else. Like walking someone to their resort room after demanding they spend the night with him cause some asshole was a pain. He's a tricky field to navigate, full of landmines and safe spaces you better not bring up, cause that's a landmine.
Bakugo glances behind him when Esikko pulls the door shut, its metal bolting sounding loud in the empty hallway. He only pauses for a few steps to wait on the prince's catch up. Then returns to his walk. Not too long, though it feels that way. Between the floors intermingling jacks and aces, who the hell knows if their rooms will be in the same place each night? Fuck, the resort drops people into new locations whenever it wants!]
Haa? [What's this all of a sudden? He shoves his hands into his pocket.] Of course I took notes! What kind of idiot doesn't?
[Like his damn life revolves around him. Which it does, he knows. Still ticks him off after all Esikko's done to distance and separate himself from the beast, life conspires against him.]
Clean your fucking ears out! Everyone puts in work to learn shit. Some people pick up skills faster and better than others. That doesn't give you the right to shit on their efforts!
[Bakugo's one of those naturally talented types, succeeding quickly at anything he puts his hands to. But he threw himself into each of those things 100% with all his effort. Someone trying to lessen his skill by saying he was "a natural" as if it somehow invalidated his accomplishment is asking to get their head put through the wall.]
No, not "everyone" puts in work, and that's precisely why I'm bringing up that stupid dog. He's the type to accidentally "guess" at some method, or meaning, and completely get it right— and if that's not irritating enough, he takes absolutely no interest in it at all! No work, no care, just pure luck!
( Maybe that's where all of Esikko's luck has gone. Swallowed up by the luckiest dog alive. He sighs. )
Anyway, it makes me angry to think about so I need to stop bringing it up.
Instead, I'd like to focus on my own actual improvements, but... I'm not sure how? Do you have any ideas?
[He doesn't believe anyone's that intelligent or lucky. And Bakugo comes from a world where intelligence and luck can be altered via Quirks. Esikko sounds more jealous than anything else. A lucky guesser without motivation or interest isn't impossible, but highly unlikely.]
Che! You go three whole days without bringing him up and I'll buy all your meals for a week.
[Calling bullshit on Esikko's ability to do so. Even if he hates the guy, he doesn't hate Kirma enough to not talk to people about hating him.]
Haa? How the hell do you NOT know how to focus on something?!
I am not— argh, I am so sick of everyone refusing to believe me about him!
( This is like, a majority of the annoyance, the hatred, the continued mentioning. He's so annoyed— can't one person believe that this stupid dog has stupid luck and then rubs it in?! He stomps a little in his steps, taking a deeper breath before sighing it out. )
And that is not what I meant! Look, I'll stop talking about him. Three days minimum. But I don't eat enough where food even matters, so in exchange, I want you to believe me.
...But even if you won't, whatever. Forget it. I'm talking about focusing on achievements, as in, seeing where I've improved in some sort of trackable manner? All I can see is where I've fallen short. It's important to see both sides, isn't it?
Because you make it sound like an exaggeration, dammit!
[Especially since Esikko always says it while he's bitching about the guy! Anyone with half a brain would hear the bias and instantly suspect any claim he makes about someone he obviously hates! How he hell does Esikko not hear it in his own voice? Sheesh.]
That's not how believing someone works, Prince Prick. [Baka, trading "belief" for an action.] I'm not doubting he's lucky. Just "how" lucky you say he is.
[Doesn't have anything to do with belief cause he isn't disbelieving Esikko. Anyways, Bakugo shoves the topic aside before they both get pissed.]
Haa? I've already kept track of your physical improvements!
( For once, Esikko doesn't argue, doesn't try to bring back up a dropped topic. He's on edge, especially after Chobe appearing out of nowhere, and so should he really be annoying someone who's said he'd come to help him if it came to it? The longer he thinks on it, the more he wonders if he's worthy of being anyone's friend at all, with the way he acts, and—
Ah, wait. He blinks once, twice, and then readjusts the bag over his shoulder, tilting his head to look at Bakugo. )
...You've been keeping track of my physical improvements?
( He's sure he just means that he noticed, right? That he observed it, once or twice, and made a mental note. But that still has him thinking about it, a little hopeful, a little curious, a little pleased. So there were some, so it wasn't his imagination. )
[Bakugo stops in front of two double doors, then sweeps his watch across the front. A lock clicks and he twists the knob before shoving the door open. His suite's completely changed now. Gone is most of the gold and gaudy decoration (a few accents stubbornly remain), replaced by a modern Japanese apartment suite.
Stone and light tile accents offset wooden furniture ranging from dark walnut to warm elm. A few area rugs and runners cushion the furniture. Light enough to be comfortable without feeling brilliant or sterile. Occasional green sprinkles a few plants around for something to live and avoid feeling like he's locked away as much. An even balance of homey, professional, stylish, and efficient.]
Haa?! Why the fuck would I train you, but fuck up on your progress, asshole?! I knew you wouldn't take notes!
[He stalks off towards a large entertainment center/bookshelf, eyes scanning before he reaches out and snags a notebook from a few others. Then tosses it to the table nearby.]
Put your shit down and look!
[Inside are notes taken each time they trained together. Ranging anywhere from Esikko's weight to how many pounds and kilograms he lifted. His striking speed carries from Day 1 to their last session, as well as target accuracy on his hits. Notes in neat handwriting, but Bakugo's own shorthand, fill margins and undercut tables. A very-impressively recorded training regimen.]
( At first, he doesn't say anything. Of course he took notes! But, it sounds like these are completely different notes from what Bakugo means. Esikko enters, takes brief note of the nice, cozy feeling of the suite before slipping out of his shoes and allowing his bag to slide to the floor nearby. His steps carry him over to the notebook, and he scoops it up just as he sets his own journal down, and begins reading over some of the pages.
It's so... detailed. Even from day one? Even from the latest. He's quiet a while longer, processing, before he sets it down, opened, and moves to open his journal all the same. He flicks through the pages before arriving to a section closer to the middle or back. Folding it open on the table next to Bakugo's notes, he lifts his head and finds the other man wherever he's wandered off to. )
My notes are different from yours, is all.
( If Bakugo does care to look, like Esikko is inviting him to, he'll see neat handwriting organized in a different sort of way. He does seem to record the things they do each training session, from the very first— number of reps, length of time— but there's no specific pounds or measurements, no numbered way of tracking. Instead, there are a lot of comments on his feelings notated along, like how hard it was on the first day, or one of the later days having a comment about how it feels like things are easier but he's not sure if he's doing it right. So on and so forth.
More relevant than that, he's written down every "teaching" thing Bakugo has taught him. How to get out of specific holds, ideas for using his magic, tricks for getting used to exercise, etc... They're all marked with special little bullet points to highlight them from the rest of the text, so he can revisit. Some of them have little doodles in order to properly understand a motion or idea. Good drawings, though he does plants the best. )
I was aware you were paying attention, but I suppose I didn't think you'd go to such lengths? ( He's impressed. A little touched, too... Feels nice, somehow. ) But I still don't know— I mean, compared to someone with a body more sturdy, is it something worthwhile, this improvement?
[Bakugo returns to the kitchen after making sure the door's locked. Esikko's free to look through the notebook and compare his own-- something he assumes is happening when a second slap of paper and metal spiral hits the table. Unfortunately the hero's a responsible person, so he's not popping a wine cork free or twisting beer caps off with a hiss. Snapping bottle caps open of a sweet-flavored tea. Relax, he has other drinks as well, from lemonade to juice to water to flavored sugar water when he's in the mood. Soda. He's not a heathen.
Barefoot, he comes to a stop beside Esikko and sets a bottle on the table for whenever he wants it. Could've asked what he wanted, didn't bother because the guy's had a shit day and doesn't need to mess with more choices in mind.]
No shit. [Esikko isn't him. He tilts his bottle to his lips, red eyes studying from above. Tch, partially detailed with specifics, but spills out into thoughts and feelings belonging to a journal rather than a notebook. Feels like he's reading someone's private diary, and he stops looking a few seconds in. Like hell does he wanna read someone's personal thoughts! Ugh, uncomfortable.]
Hmph. I'm not gonna half-assed training someone. [Bakugo leaves the table and steps into the living area before sinking down on the chair, one foot propped up on a coffee table edge.]
Stop comparing yourself to other people, dumbass! You're never gonna see yourself if you keep looking at everyone else.
[Choosing whether this was worthwhile or not is entirely up to Eikko. Bakugo wouldn't recommend it, not after all the work Esikko's put in and his improvements. Maybe they seem small to him when it compares himself to other people, but from what Bakugo saw him start with, he's come a long way in the months.]
...Surely even you have once compared yourself to someone else.
( It's a soft sort of mumble, not upset so much as a little curious. He's taking Bakugo's words to heart, either way, his fingers curling over the front of Bakugo's notebook before shutting it and sliding it a bit away. He'll look more at it later. )
In any case, it's not like I knew you were keeping track of that. I'll just look at it occasionally, then.
( Here, Esikko's eyes fall on the bottle that's been offered to him, and they soften a little. Tea is perfect, honestly. He's been drinking alcohol too much lately... So, he takes a sip, immediately pleased by the sweet flavor, before pulling his own journal closer, flipping through. )
Anyway... While we're waiting for the food, look here. This page looks empty, right? ( It does. Those with a sense for magic might sense something off about it, something More, but he's not actually certain if Bakugo can. So he glances to him, curious. )
[His silence is so pregnant, he might as well be shouting to Esikko's face of how harsh a trigger those words snared within him. He spent his entire life comparing himself to everyone! To one singular someone! Weighty history and far more details than he wants to get into bubble behind his lips before he leans his head back on the seat's rest.]
How the hell did you train if you never kept record of your progress?
[Whether it's magic or physical-]
No one's going to see how far they came if they don't look back.
[Some people refuse to look back, saying it distracts from their present and future. Some are too afraid or disgusted to see what they were long ago, even a week ago. But the past never dies, it never goes away, and it can't be ignored forever. Bakugo traces invisible patterns in the ceiling's calming colors, mind wandering to his own history. Where came from, what he used to think...]
Haa? [Broken from his thoughts, he pushes with his foot and tilts his head back, neck craned almost to snapping over the seat's back so he can peer across the space between them.] It's fucking blank! You trying to start something, Prince PricK?
( It's rare that Bakugo is quiet, so watching him sit there and press his lips together like he's going to explode tells Esikko plenty about hitting the nail on the head. He gets it, at least, that sort of stubborn refusal to admit when someone makes a point, even if they do; that sort of do as I say not as I do mentality all the same, too.
So he doesn't point it out, just watches him for a moment before sighing. )
I never worked on my own physical strength before. But with magic... I would use spells as tracking points. Organizing them into "levels" of difficulty, seeing how far I could get each time.
( He points at the "blank" page in front of him now, eyes on Bakugo. )
This isn't blank. Pay attention to it. ( His finger moves, tracing out some sort of a geometric symbol, and without any use of blood, just with the quiet speech of a word that doesn't seem to make sense, the page appears. Not any visible shifting or bleeding of words onto paper, but one minute they're empty, and the next, the page is filled, as if it had been so the entire time and Bakugo has only just noticed. A strange sensation. )
It's instructions on the basics of spells that can hide something from reality. Someone can "unlock" and "lock" a spell like these, with the right knowledge and the ability to sense it.
[He's not going to explode, dammit! Just... tch, doesn't wanna get into it. Far too familiar with comparing himself with other people. The hell does Esikko think a superiority complex comes from, lonely apathetic wusses? Whatever, the prince can figure out he touched a nerve and they don't have to go any further for now.
His sigh says anything he could've strung together with words.]
So look back on them and see how far you've come.
[Why Esikko never thought to apply the same principle to his physical training is beyond him. Bakugo always tracks shit, wanting to see how much he's improved. Pride needs basting plenty. This is really damn uncomfortable on his neck, Prince Prick.]
What can you hide? [People, things, tangible items, or intangible shit like feelings and intentions. His attention's clearly focused, a nerdy interest in other people's powers he won't admit despite it showing up easily.]
( Who's the one who decided to tilt his head over the chair like a cool punk, huh?? Still, Esikko recognizes the position and takes his journal with him, stepping away from the other notebook to move around Bakugo, instead. )
In theory, anything.
( He offers Bakugo a closer look at the journal, if he wants it. It's a lot of complex, detailed notes on the way the spell works, illustrations of the symbols that can act as locks or keys, scratched in additions as Esikko found them throughout his lives added on. )
In practice, it's more difficult. Something like writing is the easiest, as it exists on something physical and perceived but has no will of its own, no presence, no real weight that could cause it to shift or distract. The journal itself, or any small item, would be next— possible, but you have to account for its physical presence, and how to disguise around that.
When you get to the level of animals or people, it's extremely complex, so I've yet to manage it. They exist in their own space, with their own will, with significant weight and presence... Weaving something around that would have to take many external factors into mind, so it's more likely to break.
( His Watch lights up with a notification for the food, and he considers it briefly. It shouldn't make him nervous to open a door, especially not with Bakugo right here, and so he passes his journal over to him so he can have both hands free, helping himself to step towards his front door. He'll get it. )
It's not just the writing that's hidden. There are more pages in there than should be possible, though it's not something you can observe by looking at it.
[Shut up. Who's the on who decided to try showing him a blank notebook, huh? Bakugo slouches down once more, hair scraping along material, and drops his elbow on the armrest as he peers over the pages.
Anything, huh. He eyes the notes, flicking across one line after another. None of it makes and damn sense to him, words scrawling across pages about a topic he knows nothing about, and likely has no potential at ever understanding. It's fucking magic! Magic doesn't exist in his world! A lock and key he grasps, if the symbols can activate them just be being applied.]
So you're stuck with information until you learn how to improve the spell.
[But the only information he can leave is text-based, meaning he has to deal with working the spell around books, journals, etc., and hope they make it through the transfer somehow without fucking everything up by being in places they're not supposed to be. Esikko wants his life to be done over, but actively changes it...]
You risk causing a butterfly effect. [Bakugo takes the journal, but pushes himself up without invitation and follows Esikko to the door. It's his suite after all. What the hell's the delivery guy gonna think if someone else opens the door? Why the hell would a delivery guy know who's in each room...]
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Date: 8/12/25 18:03 (UTC)[Maturity in full force. Sounds like Esikko's recovering from his previous wreck. Bastard didn't need to get harassed but somehow continues attracting people who think he's fun to harass. The eternal butt monkey prince. Whatever. Bakugo thinks back to Esikko's two alternate forms from the paintings, an almost unseen monstrosity and some overpowered god floating around with an ego complex. Wonder if either of those will end up showing at the peacock some day again.
Thoughts he won't bother voicing since Esikko both hated and feared his alternate selves. And because he's busy blasting the hell out of their trip delay. As soon as their feet hit the ground, he releases the prince and lets him have space for putting his legs under him again. Good thing he's reactive enough to grab, otherwise he would've been a floppy ragdoll over Bakugo's arm the entire short but fast flight.
If anyone's in the stairwell with the blonde, an explosive skip is always on the board at the end of his patience.]
I gave you a warning, dammit! [Grabbed him, told him to hold on, blasted off! That was at least three seconds to do exactly what he said without asking any damn questions! More than fair warning. Thanks for not screaming in his ear this time, Esikko.]
You wanna pass out on the steps instead? [Esikko did better this time, but he's not taking a six-story-at-least trudge up the stairs without keeling over. Bakugo wrenches open the doorn and heads back into the peacock proper.]
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Date: 8/12/25 20:42 (UTC)( With a huff, he follows after him all the same. This time, when their steps near his own door, he takes a few hurried steps ahead just to shove his Bakugo plushie at Bakugo himself. )
Hold this, and you can give the rabbits their salads if you'd like to speed things up. I'll grab a bag.
( With a gentle tap of his Watch against the room, he opens the door. But interestingly, there seems to be part of his routine where he peeks inside and checks something about the space before entering it completely. He's walked in on unwanted visitors before, despite how that's supposed to be impossible.
The rabbits are downstairs in their own room, but Esikko heads up the stairs to his own bedroom once they're inside, his steps hurried. At least he's not trying to waste time. It won't take long for him to pack a little bit. Night clothes, next day clothes, his journal, a few magic necessities... )
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Date: 8/13/25 00:56 (UTC)[What the hell's his rush? A messy suite needing cleaning before he lets his guest in? Bakugo grunts as a fluffy miniature of himself shoves into his hands, red eyes mismatching in size with a glaring dip. Tch, he's not sure how he feels about Esikko having a plushie of him. It's a damn nice stroke of his pride, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. Butt... it's a fucking plushie. Couldn't get some kickass action figure or model?]
Where's your salad shit?
[Because he can't just grab a handful of greens and shove them into a hutch! Rabbits need more than stereotypical carrots and lettuce! Hell, they're not really supposed to have much in the way of carrots. Bakugo narrows his eyes, watching Esikko's head twitch back and forth in an interior peek before going in. Right, he said earlier the resort would let Kirma into his room for no reason...]
Tell the front desk to install security cameras. You can link the system to your watch.
[Then he can check the interior of his suite without having to open the door. Bakugo opens the fridge. Unless Esikko has the rabbits food all ready, he's doing a quick search on the watch for proper dietary needs, then works on gathering different ingredients.]
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Date: 8/13/25 01:21 (UTC)( Sure enough, posted on the fridge is a helpful little schedule for the rabbits. They have hay full time, in the rabbit room, but it looks like Esikko has a rather detailed list of what vegetables they need for their best health, the amount per serving, etc. They're plants, after all, so he knows those well. He can't cook, but he can apparently make a nice little bunny salad, and the greens in his fridge look to be great quality.
But from upstairs, Esikko calls out. )
There are "security cameras?"
( It sounds foreign coming from his mouth, the idea of it, the words. But he's doing something upstairs that sounds kind of loud, with a few thumps as he moves things around. He's packing his nightly routine bag efficiently, okay!
Anyway, cute little bunnies Chaos and Order will start happily chasing each other in circles when Bakugo delivers the salads. They're used to being spoiled. )
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Date: 8/13/25 18:10 (UTC)You're an Ace, asshole! You can get almost anything yo want installed or made! [It's a fucking magic resort! People can put goddamn pools in their rooms or have a shitty menagerie or training simulator!
Bakugo ignores his thumps and thuds as he doles out each salad to each rabbit. Weird creatures. You'd think they'd be like cats, but they're not. Too soft and skittish for him.
... he is totally judging Esikko for his rabbit names.]
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Date: 8/13/25 18:23 (UTC)But it sounds like Esikko is coming back down the stairs about now. )
I didn't know it was an option. It's like the Watch video? ( He's taking mental notes... While ordering their food to be delivered to Bakugo's suite, of course. Via UberTweets or something?? He doesn't know, but it's been handy for hiding in his room. Spicy gyoza for Bakugo, and... as much as he wants to just order a dessert, he also puts in an appetizer order for himself so he can have real food. He eats better with company, or at least tries to.
He peeks around the corner, a bag now slung over one shoulder and a brown bound journal held to his chest. )
...So, are you going to have me sleeping in a guest room, or do I at least get to be warm, tonight?
( It's not cuddles if it's for warmth...... shut the fuck up )
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Date: 8/13/25 21:17 (UTC)When he hears Esikko trundling down the stairs, he pushes himself to a stand and returns to the foyer.]
You can link it to your watch video. [Bakugo doesn't have security cameras. Mostly because doesn't need the hotel having another way to record and watch him, and because anyone breaking into his suite isn't leaving alive! Good thing Esikko put in for something healthy; Bakugo would've shoved a salad down his throat at his place. Probably had plenty of junk at the festival anyways. He deposits the containers in the sink and quickly washes them out before leaving them on the drying rack.]
Don't ask stupid questions.
[As he walks past Esikko towards the door, wanting to get back to his room. His stomach's growling and he gets even pissier if he's hungry. Esikko should know he's gonna be in his bed tonight. Dumbass.]
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Date: 8/13/25 21:56 (UTC)It's fine, he'll figure the bed thing out later tonight. For now, they exit the room together, and Esikko gives an extra tug at the door to ensure it's locked before they leave.
From there, it's likely not long until Bakugo's suite, being the same rank and all. This hotel's layout can be confusing as hell sometimes, but Esikko doesn't worry about that and allows Bakugo to lead the way. Instead, he rechecks through his packed bag (it's one night) and assures the plushie is tucked away there, too, before opening his journal and flipping through a few pages, searching for something. )
Did you ever have to take notes, when you learned how to use your quirk?
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Date: 8/14/25 14:40 (UTC)Bakugo glances behind him when Esikko pulls the door shut, its metal bolting sounding loud in the empty hallway. He only pauses for a few steps to wait on the prince's catch up. Then returns to his walk. Not too long, though it feels that way. Between the floors intermingling jacks and aces, who the hell knows if their rooms will be in the same place each night? Fuck, the resort drops people into new locations whenever it wants!]
Haa? [What's this all of a sudden? He shoves his hands into his pocket.] Of course I took notes! What kind of idiot doesn't?
[Even geniuses have things written down.]
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Date: 8/14/25 21:29 (UTC)( But he's relieved if he aligns with Bakugo on this, scanning his pages with a small frown. )
I've heard some people, the naturally talented type, can essentially put in no work but manage things. It always frustrated me.
( But he was just curious, and so he closes his journal again, looking forward. )
I would sneak out of bed at night to study books, take notes, and so on.
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Date: 8/15/25 17:59 (UTC)[Like his damn life revolves around him. Which it does, he knows. Still ticks him off after all Esikko's done to distance and separate himself from the beast, life conspires against him.]
Clean your fucking ears out! Everyone puts in work to learn shit. Some people pick up skills faster and better than others. That doesn't give you the right to shit on their efforts!
[Bakugo's one of those naturally talented types, succeeding quickly at anything he puts his hands to. But he threw himself into each of those things 100% with all his effort. Someone trying to lessen his skill by saying he was "a natural" as if it somehow invalidated his accomplishment is asking to get their head put through the wall.]
Hmph. At least you're determined.
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Date: 8/15/25 21:47 (UTC)( Maybe that's where all of Esikko's luck has gone. Swallowed up by the luckiest dog alive. He sighs. )
Anyway, it makes me angry to think about so I need to stop bringing it up.
Instead, I'd like to focus on my own actual improvements, but... I'm not sure how? Do you have any ideas?
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Date: 8/16/25 01:31 (UTC)[He doesn't believe anyone's that intelligent or lucky. And Bakugo comes from a world where intelligence and luck can be altered via Quirks. Esikko sounds more jealous than anything else. A lucky guesser without motivation or interest isn't impossible, but highly unlikely.]
Che! You go three whole days without bringing him up and I'll buy all your meals for a week.
[Calling bullshit on Esikko's ability to do so. Even if he hates the guy, he doesn't hate Kirma enough to not talk to people about hating him.]
Haa? How the hell do you NOT know how to focus on something?!
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Date: 8/16/25 21:10 (UTC)( This is like, a majority of the annoyance, the hatred, the continued mentioning. He's so annoyed— can't one person believe that this stupid dog has stupid luck and then rubs it in?! He stomps a little in his steps, taking a deeper breath before sighing it out. )
And that is not what I meant! Look, I'll stop talking about him. Three days minimum. But I don't eat enough where food even matters, so in exchange, I want you to believe me.
...But even if you won't, whatever. Forget it. I'm talking about focusing on achievements, as in, seeing where I've improved in some sort of trackable manner? All I can see is where I've fallen short. It's important to see both sides, isn't it?
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Date: 8/17/25 02:26 (UTC)[Especially since Esikko always says it while he's bitching about the guy! Anyone with half a brain would hear the bias and instantly suspect any claim he makes about someone he obviously hates! How he hell does Esikko not hear it in his own voice? Sheesh.]
That's not how believing someone works, Prince Prick. [Baka, trading "belief" for an action.] I'm not doubting he's lucky. Just "how" lucky you say he is.
[Doesn't have anything to do with belief cause he isn't disbelieving Esikko. Anyways, Bakugo shoves the topic aside before they both get pissed.]
Haa? I've already kept track of your physical improvements!
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Date: 8/17/25 02:40 (UTC)Ah, wait. He blinks once, twice, and then readjusts the bag over his shoulder, tilting his head to look at Bakugo. )
...You've been keeping track of my physical improvements?
( He's sure he just means that he noticed, right? That he observed it, once or twice, and made a mental note. But that still has him thinking about it, a little hopeful, a little curious, a little pleased. So there were some, so it wasn't his imagination. )
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Date: 8/17/25 04:45 (UTC)Stone and light tile accents offset wooden furniture ranging from dark walnut to warm elm. A few area rugs and runners cushion the furniture. Light enough to be comfortable without feeling brilliant or sterile. Occasional green sprinkles a few plants around for something to live and avoid feeling like he's locked away as much. An even balance of homey, professional, stylish, and efficient.]
Haa?! Why the fuck would I train you, but fuck up on your progress, asshole?! I knew you wouldn't take notes!
[He stalks off towards a large entertainment center/bookshelf, eyes scanning before he reaches out and snags a notebook from a few others. Then tosses it to the table nearby.]
Put your shit down and look!
[Inside are notes taken each time they trained together. Ranging anywhere from Esikko's weight to how many pounds and kilograms he lifted. His striking speed carries from Day 1 to their last session, as well as target accuracy on his hits. Notes in neat handwriting, but Bakugo's own shorthand, fill margins and undercut tables. A very-impressively recorded training regimen.]
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Date: 8/17/25 05:57 (UTC)( At first, he doesn't say anything. Of course he took notes! But, it sounds like these are completely different notes from what Bakugo means. Esikko enters, takes brief note of the nice, cozy feeling of the suite before slipping out of his shoes and allowing his bag to slide to the floor nearby. His steps carry him over to the notebook, and he scoops it up just as he sets his own journal down, and begins reading over some of the pages.
It's so... detailed. Even from day one? Even from the latest. He's quiet a while longer, processing, before he sets it down, opened, and moves to open his journal all the same. He flicks through the pages before arriving to a section closer to the middle or back. Folding it open on the table next to Bakugo's notes, he lifts his head and finds the other man wherever he's wandered off to. )
My notes are different from yours, is all.
( If Bakugo does care to look, like Esikko is inviting him to, he'll see neat handwriting organized in a different sort of way. He does seem to record the things they do each training session, from the very first— number of reps, length of time— but there's no specific pounds or measurements, no numbered way of tracking. Instead, there are a lot of comments on his feelings notated along, like how hard it was on the first day, or one of the later days having a comment about how it feels like things are easier but he's not sure if he's doing it right. So on and so forth.
More relevant than that, he's written down every "teaching" thing Bakugo has taught him. How to get out of specific holds, ideas for using his magic, tricks for getting used to exercise, etc... They're all marked with special little bullet points to highlight them from the rest of the text, so he can revisit. Some of them have little doodles in order to properly understand a motion or idea. Good drawings, though he does plants the best. )
I was aware you were paying attention, but I suppose I didn't think you'd go to such lengths? ( He's impressed. A little touched, too... Feels nice, somehow. ) But I still don't know— I mean, compared to someone with a body more sturdy, is it something worthwhile, this improvement?
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Date: 8/17/25 19:55 (UTC)Barefoot, he comes to a stop beside Esikko and sets a bottle on the table for whenever he wants it. Could've asked what he wanted, didn't bother because the guy's had a shit day and doesn't need to mess with more choices in mind.]
No shit. [Esikko isn't him. He tilts his bottle to his lips, red eyes studying from above. Tch, partially detailed with specifics, but spills out into thoughts and feelings belonging to a journal rather than a notebook. Feels like he's reading someone's private diary, and he stops looking a few seconds in. Like hell does he wanna read someone's personal thoughts! Ugh, uncomfortable.]
Hmph. I'm not gonna half-assed training someone. [Bakugo leaves the table and steps into the living area before sinking down on the chair, one foot propped up on a coffee table edge.]
Stop comparing yourself to other people, dumbass! You're never gonna see yourself if you keep looking at everyone else.
[Choosing whether this was worthwhile or not is entirely up to Eikko. Bakugo wouldn't recommend it, not after all the work Esikko's put in and his improvements. Maybe they seem small to him when it compares himself to other people, but from what Bakugo saw him start with, he's come a long way in the months.]
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Date: 8/18/25 05:09 (UTC)( It's a soft sort of mumble, not upset so much as a little curious. He's taking Bakugo's words to heart, either way, his fingers curling over the front of Bakugo's notebook before shutting it and sliding it a bit away. He'll look more at it later. )
In any case, it's not like I knew you were keeping track of that. I'll just look at it occasionally, then.
( Here, Esikko's eyes fall on the bottle that's been offered to him, and they soften a little. Tea is perfect, honestly. He's been drinking alcohol too much lately... So, he takes a sip, immediately pleased by the sweet flavor, before pulling his own journal closer, flipping through. )
Anyway... While we're waiting for the food, look here. This page looks empty, right? ( It does. Those with a sense for magic might sense something off about it, something More, but he's not actually certain if Bakugo can. So he glances to him, curious. )
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Date: 8/18/25 22:05 (UTC)[His silence is so pregnant, he might as well be shouting to Esikko's face of how harsh a trigger those words snared within him. He spent his entire life comparing himself to everyone! To one singular someone! Weighty history and far more details than he wants to get into bubble behind his lips before he leans his head back on the seat's rest.]
How the hell did you train if you never kept record of your progress?
[Whether it's magic or physical-]
No one's going to see how far they came if they don't look back.
[Some people refuse to look back, saying it distracts from their present and future. Some are too afraid or disgusted to see what they were long ago, even a week ago. But the past never dies, it never goes away, and it can't be ignored forever. Bakugo traces invisible patterns in the ceiling's calming colors, mind wandering to his own history. Where came from, what he used to think...]
Haa? [Broken from his thoughts, he pushes with his foot and tilts his head back, neck craned almost to snapping over the seat's back so he can peer across the space between them.] It's fucking blank! You trying to start something, Prince PricK?
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Date: 8/19/25 05:05 (UTC)So he doesn't point it out, just watches him for a moment before sighing. )
I never worked on my own physical strength before. But with magic... I would use spells as tracking points. Organizing them into "levels" of difficulty, seeing how far I could get each time.
( He points at the "blank" page in front of him now, eyes on Bakugo. )
This isn't blank. Pay attention to it. ( His finger moves, tracing out some sort of a geometric symbol, and without any use of blood, just with the quiet speech of a word that doesn't seem to make sense, the page appears. Not any visible shifting or bleeding of words onto paper, but one minute they're empty, and the next, the page is filled, as if it had been so the entire time and Bakugo has only just noticed. A strange sensation. )
It's instructions on the basics of spells that can hide something from reality. Someone can "unlock" and "lock" a spell like these, with the right knowledge and the ability to sense it.
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Date: 8/19/25 15:40 (UTC)His sigh says anything he could've strung together with words.]
So look back on them and see how far you've come.
[Why Esikko never thought to apply the same principle to his physical training is beyond him. Bakugo always tracks shit, wanting to see how much he's improved. Pride needs basting plenty. This is really damn uncomfortable on his neck, Prince Prick.]
What can you hide? [People, things, tangible items, or intangible shit like feelings and intentions. His attention's clearly focused, a nerdy interest in other people's powers he won't admit despite it showing up easily.]
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Date: 8/19/25 21:57 (UTC)In theory, anything.
( He offers Bakugo a closer look at the journal, if he wants it. It's a lot of complex, detailed notes on the way the spell works, illustrations of the symbols that can act as locks or keys, scratched in additions as Esikko found them throughout his lives added on. )
In practice, it's more difficult. Something like writing is the easiest, as it exists on something physical and perceived but has no will of its own, no presence, no real weight that could cause it to shift or distract. The journal itself, or any small item, would be next— possible, but you have to account for its physical presence, and how to disguise around that.
When you get to the level of animals or people, it's extremely complex, so I've yet to manage it. They exist in their own space, with their own will, with significant weight and presence... Weaving something around that would have to take many external factors into mind, so it's more likely to break.
( His Watch lights up with a notification for the food, and he considers it briefly. It shouldn't make him nervous to open a door, especially not with Bakugo right here, and so he passes his journal over to him so he can have both hands free, helping himself to step towards his front door. He'll get it. )
It's not just the writing that's hidden. There are more pages in there than should be possible, though it's not something you can observe by looking at it.
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Date: 8/20/25 17:03 (UTC)Anything, huh. He eyes the notes, flicking across one line after another. None of it makes and damn sense to him, words scrawling across pages about a topic he knows nothing about, and likely has no potential at ever understanding. It's fucking magic! Magic doesn't exist in his world! A lock and key he grasps, if the symbols can activate them just be being applied.]
So you're stuck with information until you learn how to improve the spell.
[But the only information he can leave is text-based, meaning he has to deal with working the spell around books, journals, etc., and hope they make it through the transfer somehow without fucking everything up by being in places they're not supposed to be. Esikko wants his life to be done over, but actively changes it...]
You risk causing a butterfly effect. [Bakugo takes the journal, but pushes himself up without invitation and follows Esikko to the door. It's his suite after all. What the hell's the delivery guy gonna think if someone else opens the door? Why the hell would a delivery guy know who's in each room...]
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