[ well, bakugou is the chef here and he will not protest about him taking the lead so long it will taste good— and they both know it will. the kitchen equipment didn't have the best quality, matching the interior of this entire base which is a silent reminder of how it is living in the slums, but the stove never failed to carry its duty. unbothered to move, he reached out through the small gap between bakugou's arm and waistline, aiming for the black knob before twisting it; triggering the fire to come to life. he then sets a temperature, and since the hero mentioned he needs to heat the oil, denji assumed its best to keep it on high intensity. that would get the pot to hit the boil in no time. ]
He deserved it. He tried to rob the cashier when I was about to pay. I didn't make the arrest, though.
[ it was a petty crime, it's not like the guy had a gun/knife to hurt anyone. it was a sad attempt to appear intimidating and it backfired. was it really worth anything more than getting a kick from using the taser for the first time? the cashier was probably armed; denji noticed she was utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal, almost as if dealing with hooligans was part of her job. it felt like a good opportunity to have some fun— nothing too serious. it ended with the guy making a run for it and everything resuming to normal. it was like any other night in this neo-city. ah, it seems bakugou is almost done with the prep, watching him do some minor cleaning around for a bit before he decides to pull away, allowing his partner the freedom to move around without a dead weight on his shoulder. the first thought that occupied his mind was- "... It's cold". perhaps borderline chilly, and denji tugged on his sleeves, covering his forearms before shoving his hands inside the front pocket.
for now, he'd help around when he's needed, quietly picking up on each detail and following bakugou's recipe. he'd shadow him until it was time to set up the table and pull out the glasses for their 'wine'. all denji can find is a boring set, though, but let's all keep indulging in the pretend game to make this more special. ]
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He deserved it. He tried to rob the cashier when I was about to pay. I didn't make the arrest, though.
[ it was a petty crime, it's not like the guy had a gun/knife to hurt anyone. it was a sad attempt to appear intimidating and it backfired. was it really worth anything more than getting a kick from using the taser for the first time? the cashier was probably armed; denji noticed she was utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal, almost as if dealing with hooligans was part of her job. it felt like a good opportunity to have some fun— nothing too serious. it ended with the guy making a run for it and everything resuming to normal. it was like any other night in this neo-city. ah, it seems bakugou is almost done with the prep, watching him do some minor cleaning around for a bit before he decides to pull away, allowing his partner the freedom to move around without a dead weight on his shoulder. the first thought that occupied his mind was- "... It's cold". perhaps borderline chilly, and denji tugged on his sleeves, covering his forearms before shoving his hands inside the front pocket.
for now, he'd help around when he's needed, quietly picking up on each detail and following bakugou's recipe. he'd shadow him until it was time to set up the table and pull out the glasses for their 'wine'. all denji can find is a boring set, though, but let's all keep indulging in the pretend game to make this more special. ]