[He nods cheerfully, head bobbing in his reflection on the shiny gold doors.]
Yep, it's definitely cute! He'll get mad if you say so, but it won't change facts!
[What's said in the elevator stays in the elevator. Bakugo can't hear them calling him cute, so he can't complain!
The ride isn't long enough for Esikko to confide just how often he thinks about Bakugo's cute head or for Hiyori to develop suspicions on the matter. But he doesn't miss those last words, nor does he miss the quiet fondness with they're said. That gives him hope that they'll be fine—Esikko and Bakugo will be. The awful thing that just happened won't drive a wedge between them. Whoever Esikko was hoping would visit him in the clinic, and whatever is going on with that person, at least he has Bakugo. And he has Hiyori, too, so...
The elevator dings and he rolls Esikko out. He's hardly surprised to see Bakugo there after experiencing for himself how far that Quirk can fling a person, but still he comments:]
Fast! Who knew you'd learned to teleport...♪
[He turns Esikko's chair in whatever the right direction is, and off they go. Privately he wonders what sort of state Bakugo's suite is in, given the scorch marks and scratched floors he saw last time. But for Esikko it still beats being cooped up in the clinic, right?]
You and Loki-kun should race each other sometime. I'd be curious to know who's faster: the trickster god, or the "explosion god"!
[The stupid chattering continues while he waits for Bakugo to open the door and let them in.]
( There's a soft and fond little laugh from Esikko's wheelchair as he watches ahead. He's really beginning to get an idea of how Bakugo and Hiyori's conversations must always go. A cheery Hiyori commenting silly things like this, and a prickly Bakugo responding in kind... Cute. They seem like real friends. )
What sort of competition measures actual teleportation against flight speed?
( Lightly, as he shifts to tap at his own Watch, checking for notifications that aren't there. It's a small fidget, let go of easily when they make more progress towards Bakugo's room. He has no idea about what happened inside of there, but he is curious to see if there are any signs about how he's been doing, so he wants to pay attention. )
[One floor after the next, each one seeing him stop by the elevator door and watch it pass. Back into the stairwell and another explosion trails smoke after his passing. Hands catch golden bars, momentum swings him over the edge, and he's on his feet again, waiting for the next 'ding' of the elevator moving into position, then carrying on. Of course it's a damn chore! But he isn't about to let the two in the rising cube get pestered by some stupid resort shenanigan. When you give a shit about someone, you do stupid things.
Bakugo leaves the stairs behind, his current stance a bored-looking impatience with hands in his pockets and shoulders rounded. Waiting for the elevator doors to finally open and spit out its untouched occupants. Good. It behaved. The resort won't have to repair a smoldering wreckage plummeting to the base of an elevator shaft.]
Haa? I can't teleport, Parrot! [Pure speed! Is Hiyori trying to start something? Annoying dork. Bakugo turns on his heel and leads them into the fleet of Ace and Jack suites. His isn't exceedingly close to the stairwell, so it's a small walk to reach it, given the size of each suite filling the floor.]
Loki? He's the guy Web Face mentioned. A god, right? [Their footsteps stop in front of his room's double doors and he unlocks the right one before heading in. Given the length of time that's passed, most of his suite's great room is repaired and refurbished, though some open spaces suggest there are a few pieces left to get back. The remains of repair work, such as a ladder, paint, and cleaning supplies, are stacked to the foyer's side.] Che! Prince Prick's right. That's a bullshit challenge.
[Who's Web Face? Who knows! But when given the chance to explain who Loki is, Hiyori seizes it at once, nodding his head at the god question.]
Yep! But not just any god. He's the one and only trickster god from Norse mythology! Which means he can shapeshift, make copies, make things disappear, conjure stuff out of nowhere, teleport, and do all kinds of things. He showed off his magic at the Magic Showcase I held, and at one point he froze the stage and turned it into an ice rink. Then he made two sets of ice skates, and then we danced! On ice! ♪
[He smiles brightly, the memory a fond one.]
I'm sure he'd be happy to show you his magic, too. Just be careful not to get tricked, since it is his specialty.
[Is this lighting a competitive fire in Bakugo yet? Yes? No?
Either way they're about to enter his suite. Hiyori waits a moment instead of pushing Esikko inside right away, trying to assess the state it's in. The answer seems to be "better shape than last time," and that's a relief. One's room isn't a perfect proxy for one's mental state, but it's still a good sign, isn't it? A sign that things are healing. Even if scars remain, and even if they're still trapped in a horrible place where people like those brothers can roam free...
Well. Bakugo's the resilient type. He'll pull through, Hiyori thinks. And Esikko could probably be doing worse himself if he had the leftover bandwidth to worry about Bakugo. Hiyori pushes him through the doorway, still chatting away.]
Then perhaps we could find a different challenge. One that tests your explosions against his explosions! Or you and him could both launch someone, the way you launch me up the stairs, and we'll measure how fast the person flies! That sounds fun, doesn't it? Esikko-kun likes that idea too, right? I don't like most contests, but being in the judges' seat is a completely different story.
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Yep, it's definitely cute! He'll get mad if you say so, but it won't change facts!
[What's said in the elevator stays in the elevator. Bakugo can't hear them calling him cute, so he can't complain!
The ride isn't long enough for Esikko to confide just how often he thinks about Bakugo's cute head or for Hiyori to develop suspicions on the matter. But he doesn't miss those last words, nor does he miss the quiet fondness with they're said. That gives him hope that they'll be fine—Esikko and Bakugo will be. The awful thing that just happened won't drive a wedge between them. Whoever Esikko was hoping would visit him in the clinic, and whatever is going on with that person, at least he has Bakugo. And he has Hiyori, too, so...
The elevator dings and he rolls Esikko out. He's hardly surprised to see Bakugo there after experiencing for himself how far that Quirk can fling a person, but still he comments:]
Fast! Who knew you'd learned to teleport...♪
[He turns Esikko's chair in whatever the right direction is, and off they go. Privately he wonders what sort of state Bakugo's suite is in, given the scorch marks and scratched floors he saw last time. But for Esikko it still beats being cooped up in the clinic, right?]
You and Loki-kun should race each other sometime. I'd be curious to know who's faster: the trickster god, or the "explosion god"!
[The stupid chattering continues while he waits for Bakugo to open the door and let them in.]
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What sort of competition measures actual teleportation against flight speed?
( Lightly, as he shifts to tap at his own Watch, checking for notifications that aren't there. It's a small fidget, let go of easily when they make more progress towards Bakugo's room. He has no idea about what happened inside of there, but he is curious to see if there are any signs about how he's been doing, so he wants to pay attention. )
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Bakugo leaves the stairs behind, his current stance a bored-looking impatience with hands in his pockets and shoulders rounded. Waiting for the elevator doors to finally open and spit out its untouched occupants. Good. It behaved. The resort won't have to repair a smoldering wreckage plummeting to the base of an elevator shaft.]
Haa? I can't teleport, Parrot! [Pure speed! Is Hiyori trying to start something? Annoying dork. Bakugo turns on his heel and leads them into the fleet of Ace and Jack suites. His isn't exceedingly close to the stairwell, so it's a small walk to reach it, given the size of each suite filling the floor.]
Loki? He's the guy Web Face mentioned. A god, right? [Their footsteps stop in front of his room's double doors and he unlocks the right one before heading in. Given the length of time that's passed, most of his suite's great room is repaired and refurbished, though some open spaces suggest there are a few pieces left to get back. The remains of repair work, such as a ladder, paint, and cleaning supplies, are stacked to the foyer's side.] Che! Prince Prick's right. That's a bullshit challenge.
[As competitive as Bakugo is, he's not an idiot.]
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Yep! But not just any god. He's the one and only trickster god from Norse mythology! Which means he can shapeshift, make copies, make things disappear, conjure stuff out of nowhere, teleport, and do all kinds of things. He showed off his magic at the Magic Showcase I held, and at one point he froze the stage and turned it into an ice rink. Then he made two sets of ice skates, and then we danced! On ice! ♪
[He smiles brightly, the memory a fond one.]
I'm sure he'd be happy to show you his magic, too. Just be careful not to get tricked, since it is his specialty.
[Is this lighting a competitive fire in Bakugo yet? Yes? No?
Either way they're about to enter his suite. Hiyori waits a moment instead of pushing Esikko inside right away, trying to assess the state it's in. The answer seems to be "better shape than last time," and that's a relief. One's room isn't a perfect proxy for one's mental state, but it's still a good sign, isn't it? A sign that things are healing. Even if scars remain, and even if they're still trapped in a horrible place where people like those brothers can roam free...
Well. Bakugo's the resilient type. He'll pull through, Hiyori thinks. And Esikko could probably be doing worse himself if he had the leftover bandwidth to worry about Bakugo. Hiyori pushes him through the doorway, still chatting away.]
Then perhaps we could find a different challenge. One that tests your explosions against his explosions! Or you and him could both launch someone, the way you launch me up the stairs, and we'll measure how fast the person flies! That sounds fun, doesn't it? Esikko-kun likes that idea too, right? I don't like most contests, but being in the judges' seat is a completely different story.