[He's left standing in front of his doorway for a few seconds, one foot propped on his toes mid-step as he debates pulling his hands from his warm pockets or playing soccer with this gift... The former. Inside once more and seated on the couch, he slots his fingers under taped paper edges, popping the gift wrapping open without ripping into it like some heathen beast. Reading the note alongside the gifts cycles several reactions and emotions.
Look, he expected SOMETHING perverted today. He didn't expect it from Keita! Guess who's getting this rammed up his ass next time they fuck! He's never felt weirded out and amused at the same time before; good job, TickTock.
One after another, he sets the seasoning to the side all lined up on the couch arm, each getting their own personal perusal. He'll make good use of them in future meals. Just because he eats well doesn't mean he eats bland.
Ashen brows furrow as he takes one flask in hand, scanning up and down for scant moment. What the hell is-? ... Oh. Heh, handmade too. Someone else might think these too sentimental or personal to actually use; he intends to put Keita's hard work to good use when the day comes they get the hell out of here. Good to know he can make timers like this too. He's certainly made several bombs since arriving here.
Bakugo isn't an open book to almost anyone either. Keita both respecting that and resembling that make it easier to hang around him, knowing neither expects deep dives into pasts or feelings. Doesn't prevent a small smile from sneaking to his lips when he reads the man's words. Yeah, they'll meet again soon. Time to go look up beef wellington.]
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Date: 12/29/25 19:33 (UTC)Look, he expected SOMETHING perverted today. He didn't expect it from Keita! Guess who's getting this rammed up his ass next time they fuck! He's never felt weirded out and amused at the same time before; good job, TickTock.
One after another, he sets the seasoning to the side all lined up on the couch arm, each getting their own personal perusal. He'll make good use of them in future meals. Just because he eats well doesn't mean he eats bland.
Ashen brows furrow as he takes one flask in hand, scanning up and down for scant moment. What the hell is-? ... Oh. Heh, handmade too. Someone else might think these too sentimental or personal to actually use; he intends to put Keita's hard work to good use when the day comes they get the hell out of here. Good to know he can make timers like this too. He's certainly made several bombs since arriving here.
Bakugo isn't an open book to almost anyone either. Keita both respecting that and resembling that make it easier to hang around him, knowing neither expects deep dives into pasts or feelings. Doesn't prevent a small smile from sneaking to his lips when he reads the man's words. Yeah, they'll meet again soon. Time to go look up beef wellington.]