Big talk. Let's put some real stakes out there, then?
A number of games for me to learn, and once I've learned, we set a number of matches to be called the "winner." If I win, I get to pick something for you to wear.
[Esikko broke first. But he's unlocking and opening the door soon enough, standing in his usual black sweats for the cooler weather, barefoot with one hand in his pocket. Same usual scowl on his face.]
Don't slam on the door, dammit! Trying to break it down?
[Says the guy who literally kicks people's doors instead of knocking.]
You, of all people, don't get to ask for less slamming!
( It's that playful sort of anger, the fluster and upset that's only surface level and easy to blow over, harmless. Still, Esikko is full of it right now, jabbing his finger out to poke insistently at Bakugo's chest. )
All I need are the rules, a practice game each, and a night of analyzing on my own and I'll crush you, you know.
( Huff!! He steps forward to let himself in, if he can, as he drops his hand back away. He's dressed not in lounge wear, but in something more fit for activity. And it looks like he's a little winded.
Hard to say if that's from him rushing up here or whatever he was up to before this. )
Haa?! You got something to say, Prince Prick? [Go on, tell him to his face he kicks doors and slams them shut! Cause he's always a controlled and composed young man when it comes to knocking on doors! It's only when the idiots behind them are fucking DEAF does he bother increasing the intensity. Duh!
He clicks his tongue, lips curled in mild annoyance, before batting Esikko's hand away as his expression melts into a casual nonchalance. Yeah, yeah. Time to kick some royal butt.]
Ha! You said you could take me on now. You get the rules, a practice game, and then you're playing.
[There is no "night of analyzing" when Esikko stomped over here to make good on his threat and wager! Bakugo'll teach him, let him get his bearings, and soundly slaughter him across the table.
*clack!* He throws the door shut behind Esikko and heads for his now-repaired living room. Three packs of cards sit on the small table between two lounge chairs. As well as two drinking glasses with one of Esikko's preferences in a chilled cooler to the side.]
( The breath Esikko sucks in at that insistent desire to challenge now makes his cheeks puff up a little, and when he finally huffs out all that air, his foot stomps down like an angry rabbit. )
Fine! I don't need a night, I can still take you down no problem.
( He's huffy, he's puffy, and his leg does another little stomp before he storms over to the table itself, eyes flicking cautiously between all of the card packs before he grabs one of the drinks from the cooler. Something like calpico, probably... The gesture doesn't go unnoticed, even if he's too busy being angry and determined to properly thank him for having a cooler set out for him and glasses.
He sits down in one of the chairs, practically on the edge of it as he moves to uncap his drink and pour it into a glass. So serious, so determined... over cards. He's funny like that. He really wants to see Bakugo in that maid dress. )
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Date: 12/9/25 00:05 (UTC)Since it's an even playing field where my frail body can't possibly get in the way? Obviously, I do.
I want to see the furious face you make when you lose. Hehe.
no it's pretty droughty right now thanks to life
Date: 12/9/25 00:08 (UTC)I don't lose. No matter if it's fighting or card games.
I'll wipe the fucking floor with you!
time to singlehandedly fill it up then!! ✨
Date: 12/9/25 00:13 (UTC)*fingerguns* until life interferes~
Date: 12/9/25 00:19 (UTC)kicking life into submission (temporarily)
Date: 12/9/25 00:29 (UTC)A number of games for me to learn, and once I've learned, we set a number of matches to be called the "winner." If I win, I get to pick something for you to wear.
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Date: 12/9/25 00:34 (UTC)Oh? And if I win, you're wearing whatever you fucking pick.
[So Esikko better choose carefully.]
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Date: 12/9/25 00:38 (UTC)( HIS PLANS... Is he still going to risk it? Absolutely. )
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Date: 12/9/25 00:47 (UTC)Serves you right! I bet your face is hilarious right now!
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Date: 12/9/25 01:23 (UTC)( How competitive Esi can be?? The height of his motivation!! ...Hopefully it'll be enough. )
You're on.
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Date: 12/9/25 03:24 (UTC)[You think he's nice enough to go easy on a newbie? HA! Esikko's gonna learn the game, and then completely crushed by the competition!]
Don't think you can skate by on luck!
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Date: 12/9/25 03:44 (UTC)You're going to look so precious in a jersey maid outfit.
( He provides a helpful reference image )
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Date: 12/9/25 03:49 (UTC)You better pick out a color you like!
[Cause Esikko's gonna be wearing it!]
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Date: 12/9/25 04:14 (UTC)( Congrats on getting him to caps lock, Bakugo. )
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Date: 12/9/25 04:16 (UTC)[He's gonna rue the day he challenged Bakugo.]
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Date: 12/9/25 04:37 (UTC)And if he loses he will find new and creative ways to torment Bakugo. )
That's it! I'm going over there right now, and you're going to teach me how to play these games!
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Date: 12/9/25 05:04 (UTC)Torment him and he'll resort to the same, explosive, effective way to end it.]
Bring a notebook.
You'll need a place to tally your losses.
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Date: 12/9/25 05:19 (UTC)( He's coming over RIGHT NOW and he is going to study card games like he's never studied before. )
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Date: 12/9/25 05:27 (UTC)[Esikko's over here writing out his upcoming fate.]
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Date: 12/9/25 05:55 (UTC)Shut UP
( It's only another minute or so before he's pounding at his door. )
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Date: 12/9/25 06:46 (UTC)[Esikko broke first. But he's unlocking and opening the door soon enough, standing in his usual black sweats for the cooler weather, barefoot with one hand in his pocket. Same usual scowl on his face.]
Don't slam on the door, dammit! Trying to break it down?
[Says the guy who literally kicks people's doors instead of knocking.]
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Date: 12/9/25 06:54 (UTC)( It's that playful sort of anger, the fluster and upset that's only surface level and easy to blow over, harmless. Still, Esikko is full of it right now, jabbing his finger out to poke insistently at Bakugo's chest. )
All I need are the rules, a practice game each, and a night of analyzing on my own and I'll crush you, you know.
( Huff!! He steps forward to let himself in, if he can, as he drops his hand back away. He's dressed not in lounge wear, but in something more fit for activity. And it looks like he's a little winded.
Hard to say if that's from him rushing up here or whatever he was up to before this. )
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Date: 12/10/25 00:47 (UTC)He clicks his tongue, lips curled in mild annoyance, before batting Esikko's hand away as his expression melts into a casual nonchalance. Yeah, yeah. Time to kick some royal butt.]
Ha! You said you could take me on now. You get the rules, a practice game, and then you're playing.
[There is no "night of analyzing" when Esikko stomped over here to make good on his threat and wager! Bakugo'll teach him, let him get his bearings, and soundly slaughter him across the table.
*clack!* He throws the door shut behind Esikko and heads for his now-repaired living room. Three packs of cards sit on the small table between two lounge chairs. As well as two drinking glasses with one of Esikko's preferences in a chilled cooler to the side.]
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Date: 12/10/25 06:16 (UTC)( The breath Esikko sucks in at that insistent desire to challenge now makes his cheeks puff up a little, and when he finally huffs out all that air, his foot stomps down like an angry rabbit. )
Fine! I don't need a night, I can still take you down no problem.
( He's huffy, he's puffy, and his leg does another little stomp before he storms over to the table itself, eyes flicking cautiously between all of the card packs before he grabs one of the drinks from the cooler. Something like calpico, probably... The gesture doesn't go unnoticed, even if he's too busy being angry and determined to properly thank him for having a cooler set out for him and glasses.
He sits down in one of the chairs, practically on the edge of it as he moves to uncap his drink and pour it into a glass. So serious, so determined... over cards. He's funny like that. He really wants to see Bakugo in that maid dress. )
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