You sound like you don't know how to hold your liquor.
[Which, since they're not sharing, Dodger is just going to drink the rest of the bottle. And once it's empty, he just sets it down somewhere on the floor where it's unlikely to become collateral damage.]
You've got a 'quirk', right? Aren't super-powered beings all supposed to be resistant to alcohol?
[Dodger is, Chobe is, Dabi seems to be, it just makes sense to him.]
I can hold that crap, baka! I choose not to drink it!
[Emphatic on his choice! One drink every once in a while is fine. He found out he liked Fireballs, to a degree. A swig of beer isn't horrible. Better when he gets used to it, but... he never really gets used to it. Drinks too seldom.
He glances at the bottle, wondering why Dodger didn't just vaporize it.]
Alcohol dehydrates you faster. [He lifts his hand and detonates an explosion in his palm.] Why the hell would I make myself weaker over a shitty drink?
[His Quirk lets him exude explosive sweat from his palms. If he's sacrificing his own water to a stupid beer, he's running out of ammo. So on the one hand, yes, his explosions burn off the alcohol in his system faster, similar to Dabi, making it harder to get drunk if he's actively using his Quirk. But on the other hand, he's doubling up on his water, one amount for his explosive sweat, and another amount for the drink making his kidneys work faster.
To be technical. If Dodger wants to know all that. Said far more aggressive and rudely.]
[Not that he'd stop, even if given empirical proof that he's fucking himself up with alcohol. Dodger is loosely aware that his body would probably be even more powerful if he cut out smoking and drinking, but he's been a functional alcoholic for long enough that he just can't picture that. And same goes for all of his other addictions.]
You just didn't strike me as a square, is all.
[That's not entirely true. Bakugo does seem fairly straight-laced, Dodger's just taking an opportunity to tease him. He can't imagine anything worse than raw-dogging reality.]
You think drinking ocean water quenches your thirst too?
[Okay, so it's not nearly as bad as ocean water, but the principle's still there! If Dodger's immune or resistant to alcohol poisoning / body tax, he's free to go for it. Looking at the man's state, however, Bakugo doubts he's doing himself any favors guzzling beer and sucking in cigarettes.
If anything, Bakugo's Quirk grants him several other resistances in exchange. ]
Haa?! I'm not some fucking delinquent! I keep my record clean!
[Sure does act like it though. Sheesh. He stomps into the room proper before pulling his jacket off. Arguing with Dodger's warmed him up somewhat, so that's good.]
[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]
[Honestly, he respects that - most of his notes on Bakugo center around a general vibe of 'he's an asshole, but he's a good kid'. There's something nice about knowing someone that proves you don't have to have any manners to be a good person.
All fleeting thoughts, though, because the excitement of combat pushes everything else right out. Bakugo comes at him fast, so Dodger is teleporting before he even gets there - bursting apart into flames, but that flash still affects his vision even while he's moving around. So he just moves backward blindly, relying on his knowledge of the open space behind him to find a spot to land, and reappearing about eight feet back.]
Of course you fight dirty.
[Said with nothing but enthusiasm. He was on the fence about fighting without an intent to kill before coming here, but everyone he's been sparring with has been properly fun to scrap with.
This distance gives him some room to properly set up one of his own moves - cartwheeling forward in what might just look like a pointlessly flashy move, but it's setting up momentum to drive a kick into Bakugo's head.]
[Conversely, Bakugo's notes on Dodger lean towards "strong, capable, tough, but weird and wary" with a personal anecdote to be cautious around him. The man keeps a lot to his chest, but simultaneously, Bakugo finds his face, words, and emotions pretty honest on his sleeve. Definitely has high marks for sparring companion, with more notes about the man's power set. He's far more a combat nerd than an interpersonal nerd.]
Tch! [Bastard blinks backwards, dodging both his second blast and avoiding most of his blinding flash. Preemptive movement. He twists and shoulders through the heat, not bothered by a simple flare up. How the hell would he handle his explosions so close if he wasn't resistant to heat? Straightening up, he watches for Dodger's reappearing, immediately clocking the noise he makes. It's barely a second, but Dodger heralds his own arrival.
Doesn't mean he's able to track the direction he teleports until he reappears though. That sucks.]
Haa?! That's not dirty fighting! [Throwing sand in someone's eyes is fighting dirty! Using a flash grenade is pure advantage generation. He tenses his body as Dodger comes at him in a whirl. No, he recognizes that sort of attack. Momentum. He's utilized a similar technique. Part of him wants to know if he can take it; the rest of him remembers All Might's blows, even when severely holding back.
Fuck no.
He slams his hand upward and uppercuts a hard explosion straight into Dodger's descending Achilles tendon, intending to blow his strike backwards or off course. And still get a safe idea of how hard his hit is.]
[By the time Bakugo goes to aim that explosion, Dodger is too committed to back out - teleporting would lead to him falling over, and wasting the limited amount of times he can teleport too early. So it lands, knocking Dodger off-balance, although he catches himself well enough with another flashy move.
The heat from the explosion doesn't bother him, and the force is dulled by his super-strength. But it still hurts, even if Dodger is able to compartmentalize it for now. He'd rather deal with that pain than start favoring one of his legs and give Bakugo a weakness to exploit.]
Look, call it what you want. If you win, it doesn't matter.
[Immediately he moves forward again, this time taking advantage of the fact that Bakugo hasn't seen much of his teleportation. He gives out a burst of flames from his body, mimicking the way he looks when he's about to teleport, before just aiming a punch at Bakugo's stomach.]
[It knocks the man off course but sends Bakugo flying to the side. He isn't sticking around to see where that deflected axe kick lands. One hand catches the ground, bouncing off in a quick spring, before landing on his feet. Where the hell'd that bastard go? Red eyes snap up from his rushing flurry of bangs, searching the area for Dodger's figure.
Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]
[It's been a while since he had a memory-bleed mid combat. They happen occasionally - every version of him in every lifetime is a fighter, and they often fight the same people. So it startles him, but isn't all that surprising, when his head starts to hurt as soon as Bakugo bounces up near the ceiling.
The memory that presses into his head is jumbled, but he can pick out the core details. The warped, red-wallpapered hallways of what he knows to be Hell. Someone fighting against him, who Dodger recognizes as a hero but can't remember any clear details about his appearance. That person using something to launch himself onto the ceiling and stick there while they argued.
It passes quickly enough. Dodger's nose starts to bleed, but he makes no effort to deal with it. It's bad enough that he looked dazed for a moment, and has to shake his head to clear it. But he makes up for it as quickly as he can, teleporting up into the air and grabbing onto Bakugo's shirt to drag him off-balance. Dodger can't float or anything, but he sure as hell can force them back to the ground with his own weight.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:31 (UTC)[Which, since they're not sharing, Dodger is just going to drink the rest of the bottle. And once it's empty, he just sets it down somewhere on the floor where it's unlikely to become collateral damage.]
You've got a 'quirk', right? Aren't super-powered beings all supposed to be resistant to alcohol?
[Dodger is, Chobe is, Dabi seems to be, it just makes sense to him.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:50 (UTC)[Emphatic on his choice! One drink every once in a while is fine. He found out he liked Fireballs, to a degree. A swig of beer isn't horrible. Better when he gets used to it, but... he never really gets used to it. Drinks too seldom.
He glances at the bottle, wondering why Dodger didn't just vaporize it.]
Alcohol dehydrates you faster. [He lifts his hand and detonates an explosion in his palm.] Why the hell would I make myself weaker over a shitty drink?
[His Quirk lets him exude explosive sweat from his palms. If he's sacrificing his own water to a stupid beer, he's running out of ammo. So on the one hand, yes, his explosions burn off the alcohol in his system faster, similar to Dabi, making it harder to get drunk if he's actively using his Quirk. But on the other hand, he's doubling up on his water, one amount for his explosive sweat, and another amount for the drink making his kidneys work faster.
To be technical. If Dodger wants to know all that. Said far more aggressive and rudely.]
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Date: 1/2/26 21:57 (UTC)[Not that he'd stop, even if given empirical proof that he's fucking himself up with alcohol. Dodger is loosely aware that his body would probably be even more powerful if he cut out smoking and drinking, but he's been a functional alcoholic for long enough that he just can't picture that. And same goes for all of his other addictions.]
You just didn't strike me as a square, is all.
[That's not entirely true. Bakugo does seem fairly straight-laced, Dodger's just taking an opportunity to tease him. He can't imagine anything worse than raw-dogging reality.]
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Date: 1/2/26 22:03 (UTC)[Okay, so it's not nearly as bad as ocean water, but the principle's still there! If Dodger's immune or resistant to alcohol poisoning / body tax, he's free to go for it. Looking at the man's state, however, Bakugo doubts he's doing himself any favors guzzling beer and sucking in cigarettes.
If anything, Bakugo's Quirk grants him several other resistances in exchange. ]
Haa?! I'm not some fucking delinquent! I keep my record clean!
[Sure does act like it though. Sheesh. He stomps into the room proper before pulling his jacket off. Arguing with Dodger's warmed him up somewhat, so that's good.]
Shut the door! I wanna get hot.
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Date: 1/6/26 14:44 (UTC)[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
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Date: 1/6/26 23:41 (UTC)[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]
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Date: 1/11/26 19:17 (UTC)All fleeting thoughts, though, because the excitement of combat pushes everything else right out. Bakugo comes at him fast, so Dodger is teleporting before he even gets there - bursting apart into flames, but that flash still affects his vision even while he's moving around. So he just moves backward blindly, relying on his knowledge of the open space behind him to find a spot to land, and reappearing about eight feet back.]
Of course you fight dirty.
[Said with nothing but enthusiasm. He was on the fence about fighting without an intent to kill before coming here, but everyone he's been sparring with has been properly fun to scrap with.
This distance gives him some room to properly set up one of his own moves - cartwheeling forward in what might just look like a pointlessly flashy move, but it's setting up momentum to drive a kick into Bakugo's head.]
we've all done that before
Date: 1/12/26 02:13 (UTC)Tch! [Bastard blinks backwards, dodging both his second blast and avoiding most of his blinding flash. Preemptive movement. He twists and shoulders through the heat, not bothered by a simple flare up. How the hell would he handle his explosions so close if he wasn't resistant to heat? Straightening up, he watches for Dodger's reappearing, immediately clocking the noise he makes. It's barely a second, but Dodger heralds his own arrival.
Doesn't mean he's able to track the direction he teleports until he reappears though. That sucks.]
Haa?! That's not dirty fighting! [Throwing sand in someone's eyes is fighting dirty! Using a flash grenade is pure advantage generation. He tenses his body as Dodger comes at him in a whirl. No, he recognizes that sort of attack. Momentum. He's utilized a similar technique. Part of him wants to know if he can take it; the rest of him remembers All Might's blows, even when severely holding back.
Fuck no.
He slams his hand upward and uppercuts a hard explosion straight into Dodger's descending Achilles tendon, intending to blow his strike backwards or off course. And still get a safe idea of how hard his hit is.]
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Date: 1/12/26 13:02 (UTC)The heat from the explosion doesn't bother him, and the force is dulled by his super-strength. But it still hurts, even if Dodger is able to compartmentalize it for now. He'd rather deal with that pain than start favoring one of his legs and give Bakugo a weakness to exploit.]
Look, call it what you want. If you win, it doesn't matter.
[Immediately he moves forward again, this time taking advantage of the fact that Bakugo hasn't seen much of his teleportation. He gives out a burst of flames from his body, mimicking the way he looks when he's about to teleport, before just aiming a punch at Bakugo's stomach.]
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Date: 1/12/26 23:28 (UTC)Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]
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Date: 1/14/26 16:57 (UTC)The memory that presses into his head is jumbled, but he can pick out the core details. The warped, red-wallpapered hallways of what he knows to be Hell. Someone fighting against him, who Dodger recognizes as a hero but can't remember any clear details about his appearance. That person using something to launch himself onto the ceiling and stick there while they argued.
It passes quickly enough. Dodger's nose starts to bleed, but he makes no effort to deal with it. It's bad enough that he looked dazed for a moment, and has to shake his head to clear it. But he makes up for it as quickly as he can, teleporting up into the air and grabbing onto Bakugo's shirt to drag him off-balance. Dodger can't float or anything, but he sure as hell can force them back to the ground with his own weight.]