Hah. I guess a kid like you wouldn't know much about dates, huh?
( Calling him a kid and implying he's dateless is a little immature himself, but that's the point. He's not serious, he's playing around, riling him up on purpose. How's he supposed to resist, when Bakugo is like, the perfect person to catch with ragebait? )
You haven't found any cuties to call your own here yet? Well, lucky for you, you're in the presence of a master, so try to keep up.
( Before he can ragebait Bakugo too hard, though, he slides one of the menus over, laughing a little as he does. He'll deflect any yelling or reactions with a little lift of his hand, as if in surrender, though that smirk of his doesn't fade at all. He boldly leans in a little to view the menu along with him, eyes trailing over the assortment. )
Seriously though, you can pick out whatever meat you want. I'm not picky. Drinks, too.
( Alcoholic or non, there's a variety of fruity concoctions. And the meat looks simple enough, with a variety of cuts and marinades, sides of vegetables, or rice cakes, or salad... )
[Granted he's never been on a date back home, but he's been on plenty in this shithole! Zelos hardly looks much older than Bakugo, so where the hell's he get off calling him a "kid" in the first place?! He's lucky he doesn't get a foot crashed through his shin under the damn table!]
Haa?! I don't want your damn dating advice! [He drops his elbow on the table and props his jaw on his fist, glaring across the way to his dinner date.] Calling anyone "yours" in the resort's asking for trouble.
[And sweeps the menu from the table with his free hand. There are people here Bakugo likes, from friends to crushes to something deeper he refuses to put to tongue. Yet acting on the latter two is stupid. Far too many interlocking bonds and activities for healthy dating.
Red eyes scan the menus, clicking his tongue when it reads left to right like a Western country instead of what he's used to: right to left. Why the hell's Zelos reading over his shoulder?]
Don't you have your own menu? [Sheesh! Personal space means nothing to this red-headed weirdo. Grumbling while he holds the menu open so they can both read it.] Start with fish and pork.
[They're good indicators of the place's quality. Being in the resort, everything's good quality at worst. Bakugo's getting an ice water with lemon for now.]
( Zelos is definitely not old enough to be calling Bakugo a kid, at 22, but he thinks it's funny all the same. Watching him puff up like that, hearing him snap— something about it is comfortable. Now, the line about it being "trouble" in the resort is a little alarming, in a sad sort of way...
But it's not his place to interfere or question, especially after that explosion the last time they met. So, onward! )
Oh, fish is my favorite. ( As long as it's not octopus, which doesn't seem to be the focus of a place like this... He completely ignores the comment about having his own menu and continues taking up space, eyes scanning over the drink menu. )
So, how have things been treating you, huh? You're always so grumpy, it's impossible to tell what's going on with you. ( As if he's not the same in the opposite direction of pretending to be cheery all the time, shh. )
[That's what he figured, dammit! He clenches his fist hard enough his knuckles crack and veins stand out over his hand's bones. Bastard. Should've crammed one of those stupid vases down his throat. Luckily it's below the table so Zelos isn't gonna see it unless he's listening for those popping noises.
If the guy's not gonna ask about dangers of dating in the resort, Bakugo's not about to keep the conversation going. Some people can "date" here without a problem. If they can call that "dating" in the first place. He'll disagree. Dropping the topic's easier.]
Yellow tail, mackerel, tuna. We'll start with that and pork strips. [Putting in the order on the paper nearby for their server when needed. A host of other ingredients as well: spinach, tomatoes, carrots, onions, mushrooms, lotus root, potato, fish cake, tofu, and rice cakes.]
I'm not always grumpy, dammit! [Proof's in the pudding.] I'm fine! [He's not dead or insane, so he's "fine" like any hero would stubbornly say.] Nothing's changed for me except my rank.
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Date: 11/20/25 01:05 (UTC)( Calling him a kid and implying he's dateless is a little immature himself, but that's the point. He's not serious, he's playing around, riling him up on purpose. How's he supposed to resist, when Bakugo is like, the perfect person to catch with ragebait? )
You haven't found any cuties to call your own here yet? Well, lucky for you, you're in the presence of a master, so try to keep up.
( Before he can ragebait Bakugo too hard, though, he slides one of the menus over, laughing a little as he does. He'll deflect any yelling or reactions with a little lift of his hand, as if in surrender, though that smirk of his doesn't fade at all. He boldly leans in a little to view the menu along with him, eyes trailing over the assortment. )
Seriously though, you can pick out whatever meat you want. I'm not picky. Drinks, too.
( Alcoholic or non, there's a variety of fruity concoctions. And the meat looks simple enough, with a variety of cuts and marinades, sides of vegetables, or rice cakes, or salad... )
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Date: 11/20/25 23:12 (UTC)[Granted he's never been on a date back home, but he's been on plenty in this shithole! Zelos hardly looks much older than Bakugo, so where the hell's he get off calling him a "kid" in the first place?! He's lucky he doesn't get a foot crashed through his shin under the damn table!]
Haa?! I don't want your damn dating advice! [He drops his elbow on the table and props his jaw on his fist, glaring across the way to his dinner date.] Calling anyone "yours" in the resort's asking for trouble.
[And sweeps the menu from the table with his free hand. There are people here Bakugo likes, from friends to crushes to something deeper he refuses to put to tongue. Yet acting on the latter two is stupid. Far too many interlocking bonds and activities for healthy dating.
Red eyes scan the menus, clicking his tongue when it reads left to right like a Western country instead of what he's used to: right to left. Why the hell's Zelos reading over his shoulder?]
Don't you have your own menu? [Sheesh! Personal space means nothing to this red-headed weirdo. Grumbling while he holds the menu open so they can both read it.] Start with fish and pork.
[They're good indicators of the place's quality. Being in the resort, everything's good quality at worst. Bakugo's getting an ice water with lemon for now.]
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Date: 11/21/25 03:14 (UTC)( Zelos is definitely not old enough to be calling Bakugo a kid, at 22, but he thinks it's funny all the same. Watching him puff up like that, hearing him snap— something about it is comfortable. Now, the line about it being "trouble" in the resort is a little alarming, in a sad sort of way...
But it's not his place to interfere or question, especially after that explosion the last time they met. So, onward! )
Oh, fish is my favorite. ( As long as it's not octopus, which doesn't seem to be the focus of a place like this... He completely ignores the comment about having his own menu and continues taking up space, eyes scanning over the drink menu. )
So, how have things been treating you, huh? You're always so grumpy, it's impossible to tell what's going on with you. ( As if he's not the same in the opposite direction of pretending to be cheery all the time, shh. )
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Date: 11/22/25 01:32 (UTC)If the guy's not gonna ask about dangers of dating in the resort, Bakugo's not about to keep the conversation going. Some people can "date" here without a problem. If they can call that "dating" in the first place. He'll disagree. Dropping the topic's easier.]
Yellow tail, mackerel, tuna. We'll start with that and pork strips. [Putting in the order on the paper nearby for their server when needed. A host of other ingredients as well: spinach, tomatoes, carrots, onions, mushrooms, lotus root, potato, fish cake, tofu, and rice cakes.]
I'm not always grumpy, dammit! [Proof's in the pudding.] I'm fine! [He's not dead or insane, so he's "fine" like any hero would stubbornly say.] Nothing's changed for me except my rank.