[It also means Bakugo was in his gym room working out and couldn't get to the door in a flash. Towel around his neck, one end wiping at his face, he doesn't need to know who dropped the gift off; Esikko's scent cuts clean through the mix of sweat and resort hallway.
Paper flowers? When did Esikko learn origami? He brushes a finger along one petal before shucking crimson ribbons from their extravagant wrapping. Flowers set to the side, he opens the card first, sitting on his couch edge to read it over.
Whatever it really means. No one's told him the stories behind this holiday, huh. Not sure he's the one to do so, or that Esikko's the person who'd appreciate the origins. So steeped in religion as it is. He pushes the thought aside for now, chuffing softly when his friend suggests his "self sufficiency" makes it hard to gift him. Esikko's not the first person who noted that. He brushes his thumb across the paper, knowing full well more people than he wants worry about him despite all his efforts. Esikko's one of them. Is it silly to want to comfort someone? No.
"Too bad~" he says, and he snorts in amusement. There's the backbone he knows his prince has. Guess he's opening the gifts now since Esikko's note talks to them...
Tch, why the hell are there so many? He has to unwrap each one too! Hefting the whetstone in hand, he traces his hero name's carving with his index joint, wondering what kind of face Esikko made when he told the carver what to inscribe. Guh, is this a shower robe or a mink blanket? Feels heavy, soft, rich, indulgent. He could probably end up sleeping in it on the couch. But in the resort's chilled air, functional. Oh? They actually make something from Esikko's world? Or is the dish an overlap... He'll try it out next time he's at the Red Cardinal.
A coin? ... He wraps his fingers around it as he reads Esikko's explanation. All Might. A memory token of sorts. There's no way he'd ever forget All Might or the things he's said. And yet, considering the resort, he can't say that 100% fully now. Not after August. Not after that curse. If he ever does forget... Esikko... He leans back on the couch, holding the coin as words wander across his mind. Weird. Comforting. Nostalgic. Another nail in determination to find a way home for all of them. To at least make things mutual.
Aa. He had fun yesterday. Probably the best memory he's had in the resort. That's all the "excuse" he needs to agree wih Esikko's request for another time. And the time after. As many as they want.]
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Date: 12/29/25 20:09 (UTC)Paper flowers? When did Esikko learn origami? He brushes a finger along one petal before shucking crimson ribbons from their extravagant wrapping. Flowers set to the side, he opens the card first, sitting on his couch edge to read it over.
Whatever it really means. No one's told him the stories behind this holiday, huh. Not sure he's the one to do so, or that Esikko's the person who'd appreciate the origins. So steeped in religion as it is. He pushes the thought aside for now, chuffing softly when his friend suggests his "self sufficiency" makes it hard to gift him.
Esikko's not the first person who noted that.He brushes his thumb across the paper, knowing full well more people than he wants worry about him despite all his efforts. Esikko's one of them. Is it silly to want to comfort someone? No."Too bad~" he says, and he snorts in amusement. There's the backbone he knows his prince has. Guess he's opening the gifts now since Esikko's note talks to them...
Tch, why the hell are there so many? He has to unwrap each one too! Hefting the whetstone in hand, he traces his hero name's carving with his index joint, wondering what kind of face Esikko made when he told the carver what to inscribe. Guh, is this a shower robe or a mink blanket? Feels heavy, soft, rich, indulgent. He could probably end up sleeping in it on the couch. But in the resort's chilled air, functional. Oh? They actually make something from Esikko's world? Or is the dish an overlap... He'll try it out next time he's at the Red Cardinal.
A coin? ... He wraps his fingers around it as he reads Esikko's explanation. All Might. A memory token of sorts. There's no way he'd ever forget All Might or the things he's said. And yet, considering the resort, he can't say that 100% fully now. Not after August. Not after that curse. If he ever does forget... Esikko... He leans back on the couch, holding the coin as words wander across his mind. Weird. Comforting. Nostalgic. Another nail in determination to find a way home for all of them. To at least make things mutual.
Aa. He had fun yesterday. Probably the best memory he's had in the resort. That's all the "excuse" he needs to agree wih Esikko's request for another time. And the time after. As many as they want.]