[bakugou doesn't expect denji to react much to the nickname. he seems like the kind of guy that will take whatever name so long as it means he's getting attention and something positive out of it. it's not that bakugou's forgotten denji's name. with an intense enough moment, he'll throw nicknames to the wind and yell the guy's real name out of concern or alarm. so far though, it's been equal treatment across the board. no one's earned the explosive hero's special treatment casual use of their real name.]
I'll murder you with my voice. [despite the blunt way he says it, bakugou is going to take to this challenge with the same force that he takes to all of his clashes. he desires to be the best and he'll strive for it with everything he has. even if it's something as stupid as singing in the shower with denji. which is ridiculous that he let himself get talked into it, but now it's on the table and it's better to do it there than on some fucking karaoke stage or the hot springs... at least it's private in the shower. as for whether he'll get through it without snapping and yelling about how fucking stupid this is... who knows.
bakugou finishes his own bowl close to when denji does. there's still more left, enough for a second bowl each if they want it. but katsudon tends to be very filling with lots of calories, so he's not planning on another round. it'll keep well once they make up the second bowls and then cover them with plastic wrap for reheating tomorrow. he gets to his feet, swipes denji's bowl, and moves to the kitchen counter to start cleaning up.] Tch, the guy's like a damn puppy. [so is denji, though the two boys are vastly different kind of puppies. he glances over his shoulder when the half-devil corrects his previous comment.] Ha. Ha.
[but accepted. as he rinses the bowls and chopsticks, his mind wanders to similar areas as denji. the mingle had put a lot of people in each other's paths, tricking some into stumbling onto dates, and giving the more savvy ones an annoying way to meet up without having to go out on their own limb. an excuse, if you will. bakugou hated the "dating app" cover of it, not liking it when people try to push their agendas or opinions on his life to steer him one way or another. denji's thoughts about synthia deciding to mess with people's thoughts on 'dating' rather than focusing on helping the kaiju-battle-wasted area aren't far from bakugou's own irritation. though he guesses just focusing on the doom and gloom wouldn't help either...
his thoughts get interrupted by a stupid question-] Huh?! [in that annoyed, growling grunt/snarl that rumbles over his shoulder like a threatening challenge. you DARE ask him something that fucked up?! (yeah well, pranking bakugou tends to result in getting blasted off again...) he makes a face at the kitchen wall.] I said I'd go on a few outings. You're the one who was talking about getting dates.
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I'll murder you with my voice. [despite the blunt way he says it, bakugou is going to take to this challenge with the same force that he takes to all of his clashes. he desires to be the best and he'll strive for it with everything he has. even if it's something as stupid as singing in the shower with denji. which is ridiculous that he let himself get talked into it, but now it's on the table and it's better to do it there than on some fucking karaoke stage or the hot springs... at least it's private in the shower. as for whether he'll get through it without snapping and yelling about how fucking stupid this is... who knows.
bakugou finishes his own bowl close to when denji does. there's still more left, enough for a second bowl each if they want it. but katsudon tends to be very filling with lots of calories, so he's not planning on another round. it'll keep well once they make up the second bowls and then cover them with plastic wrap for reheating tomorrow. he gets to his feet, swipes denji's bowl, and moves to the kitchen counter to start cleaning up.] Tch, the guy's like a damn puppy. [so is denji, though the two boys are vastly different kind of puppies. he glances over his shoulder when the half-devil corrects his previous comment.] Ha. Ha.
[but accepted. as he rinses the bowls and chopsticks, his mind wanders to similar areas as denji. the mingle had put a lot of people in each other's paths, tricking some into stumbling onto dates, and giving the more savvy ones an annoying way to meet up without having to go out on their own limb. an excuse, if you will. bakugou hated the "dating app" cover of it, not liking it when people try to push their agendas or opinions on his life to steer him one way or another. denji's thoughts about synthia deciding to mess with people's thoughts on 'dating' rather than focusing on helping the kaiju-battle-wasted area aren't far from bakugou's own irritation. though he guesses just focusing on the doom and gloom wouldn't help either...
his thoughts get interrupted by a stupid question-] Huh?! [in that annoyed, growling grunt/snarl that rumbles over his shoulder like a threatening challenge. you DARE ask him something that fucked up?! (yeah well, pranking bakugou tends to result in getting blasted off again...) he makes a face at the kitchen wall.] I said I'd go on a few outings. You're the one who was talking about getting dates.