[would he believe him? probably, since denji's the expert on his own world and bakugou has zero evidence to contrast whatever denji says. would he think it's weird for beings created from human fears to want to cling to humans while also wanting to harm them? fuck yes. but denji's not one of those devils; he's a half-devil who likes to be around people who won't try to fuck him over. which are apparently very few in number in his life. touch starved would not surprise the blonde hero in the slightest when it comes to denji. doesn't mean he would accept it without grouching and squirming if the half-devil tried. ultimately accepting it, however, being the implication at the end of his bristly response. this is the guy who ducks and yells like a rat someone tried to burn when his mom tries to give him a hug, much to her amusement as she forces the issue on him.
she's not here. cake and denji are. he slips the piece into his mouth, chewing it as his tongue samples the flavors. saying it's a bite of a cloud is overdoing it with the flowery language, but it fits denji's innocent love and praise of good food. because it is good. the flavors are nice, even if it's a little more on the sweet side than bakugo would pick. it's not overpowering, which makes it pleasant, and the way it melts on his tongue is a surprisingly interesting sensation for a store-bought cake. light enough not to make the katsudon from earlier turn into a gut bomb. he presses it against his palate with his tongue, then swallows after a few chews. mah, if he had to get a cake, he wouldn't mind picking this kind up. might check the box before throwing it away to get the name and brand for future reference. certainly contrasts the action and gore of a zombie movie.
bakugo's not a proponent of gore despite threatening to 'splatter' his opponents in those wild threats of his. but it doesn't gross him out either. zombie movies make it more tolerable as well, since it's dead people ripping apart dead people. mostly. some of it's ridiculous enough to snirk at. he glances down when denji's foot brushes against his own under the blanket, but doesn't respond otherwise. unless he does it again, then he'll nudge him back like a brat. wanna start something?
when the salesmen turns into a martial arts prodigy against the zombies, that gets a snort of amusement from him. hey, he can appreciate a martial arts film, and getting that flavor in this ridiculous film pushes it over the edge into stupid fun territory. somehow made more acceptable since he's watching it with denji. who finally breaks the rule and talks during the film. initially bakugo's ready to tell him to shut his mouth, but the idea of "impressing" his date piques his curiosity.
it's equally ridiculous, but strangely cute charming when denji prides his story on taking out a zombie devil. he scoffs at the question as he sinks down in the warmth of the couch and blanket.] You admit you killed a lame ass wuss of a devil and want me to be impressed? [bakugo rolls his head to the side to look at denji with a wry face.] The cake was more impressive. [could be taunting him, could be truthful.] You've killed more dangerous things than a zombie devil.
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she's not here. cake and denji are. he slips the piece into his mouth, chewing it as his tongue samples the flavors. saying it's a bite of a cloud is overdoing it with the flowery language, but it fits denji's innocent love and praise of good food. because it is good. the flavors are nice, even if it's a little more on the sweet side than bakugo would pick. it's not overpowering, which makes it pleasant, and the way it melts on his tongue is a surprisingly interesting sensation for a store-bought cake. light enough not to make the katsudon from earlier turn into a gut bomb. he presses it against his palate with his tongue, then swallows after a few chews. mah, if he had to get a cake, he wouldn't mind picking this kind up. might check the box before throwing it away to get the name and brand for future reference. certainly contrasts the action and gore of a zombie movie.
bakugo's not a proponent of gore despite threatening to 'splatter' his opponents in those wild threats of his. but it doesn't gross him out either. zombie movies make it more tolerable as well, since it's dead people ripping apart dead people. mostly. some of it's ridiculous enough to snirk at. he glances down when denji's foot brushes against his own under the blanket, but doesn't respond otherwise. unless he does it again, then he'll nudge him back like a brat. wanna start something?
when the salesmen turns into a martial arts prodigy against the zombies, that gets a snort of amusement from him. hey, he can appreciate a martial arts film, and getting that flavor in this ridiculous film pushes it over the edge into stupid fun territory. somehow made more acceptable since he's watching it with denji. who finally breaks the rule and talks during the film. initially bakugo's ready to tell him to shut his mouth, but the idea of "impressing" his date piques his curiosity.
it's equally ridiculous, but strangely
cutecharming when denji prides his story on taking out a zombie devil. he scoffs at the question as he sinks down in the warmth of the couch and blanket.] You admit you killed a lame ass wuss of a devil and want me to be impressed? [bakugo rolls his head to the side to look at denji with a wry face.] The cake was more impressive. [could be taunting him, could be truthful.] You've killed more dangerous things than a zombie devil.