Usually not at all, since he's a self-professed liar. But even liars like him have hidden depths, since he's gotten on good terms with all of my birds! You two might just run into each other in the Vale someday. ♪
[It's true, Kleken and the birds do get along. Though if he lingers on thoughts of his birds too long at this point, he'll just depress himself.
Bakugo picking the next song is more than fair, but he'd been hoping to monopolize the song selection. That way he could overload Bakugo's eardrums with cute, chirpy tunes! Perhaps he could justify it by saying that Bakugo has more experience with arcade games, so him choosing the songs helps level the playing field between them. But it's all a moot point, as Bakugo chooses something with a hard, stomping beat, grinning in response to Hiyori's suggestion that they kick things up two notches. It'll be tough, but Hiyori is prepared to bring his A-game. Level 8, here they come!
... or not.
He sees the number "10" flash across the screen and his smile dissolves. His face flashes with alarm.]
...... eh?
[10. Bakugo just jumped straight to 10. He bursts out:]
That's cheating!
[No, it's really not. But he doesn't have time to complain further, because the next round is starting. There's no time to warm up either, at least not on this song: he's hit with a barrage of notes right off bat, and it's all he can do to keep up.
He does try, to his credit. He has, in fact, practiced at this level before, mostly out of curiosity to see how hard the game could get. He knew the opponent he was dealing with; there was no way Bakugo didn't like to turn things up to 11 (or 10, as it were). He expected it to come to this at some point.
Still, Level 10 this early? He wasn't prepared! He's visibly flustered as he jumps along, mashing his feet down over and over. At first he's just flailing, having started out on the wrong foot. It's hard to course correct once you've gotten off-rhythm at this level. But as the song reaches its chorus, through sheer sweat, focus, and determination, he starts to hit his stride. He can hear Bakugo furiously dancing next to him, and if he focuses on that—on the rhythm of Bakugo's steps alongside the beat—he can get back into the swing of things. It's similar, really, to dancing with Jun and the other Eden members. He and Bakugo are dancing to the same song, the same map. It's a duo performance, and so he'll treat it like one, bringing the same energy as his partner!
His face is flushed. His legs are moving fast, faster than his brain can even process. His eyes watch the screen and his brain mindlessly issues commands, feet following suit even as his legs start to feel the burn. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. He's getting sweaty, and yet... it's kind of fun, isn't it?
For about 30 seconds or so, before the second chorus and the outro completely annihilate him.
He does his best, but it's not enough. He's faltering left and right: too slow, and then he steps on the wrong blocks entirely, finding it impossible to get on track afterwards. He would've managed a C if he'd continued as he had during the chorus, but now...
A big, fat, throbbing "D" is his final score. "NICE D!" the screen says!]
... so unfair...
[Tired and flushed, he slumps his shoulders in defeat.]
Che. So you're not some sucker getting taken in by him. [He knows Hiyori's a smart guy, but he's also kind and trusting, and Kleken's the sort who lies and manipulates for his own entertainment. Bakugo scoffs at the idea of meeting Kleken in the Vale.] He'll never be there as early as I am.
[Jogging through the forest trails with the sun barely leaving its horizon home? Nah, he can't see the tentacled conman getting up so early, unless he spent the entire night awake doing slinky deeds.] You're one of those people who think animals can tell if someone's good or bad?
[Like hell is he gonna let Hiyori pour his sunshine music through his head without taking some kind of break from it! He has to get his own preferences in there as well. Sucks the machine doesn't include any rock songs, but he's found enough intense beats to satisfy his badass cravings. Bakugo barks out a laugh at the other boy's protest.]
Don't get pissed I called your bluff! [Now Hiyori has to own up to those bravado words! He braces his hands on the bar behind him, legs spreading in preparation for the music, and the second it kicks off, he's in motion. Arrows pour down the screen, sometimes a waterfall cascade of direction, sometimes sticking drips demanding pinpoint action mid breath. Red eyes narrow on the screen, occasionally widening as a stray arrow flies past his proverbial foot. Dammit! He's practiced on 10 several times, but even he's no perfect master.
Besides, since becoming an Ace, Bakugo's not had need to hit the arcade anywhere near as often as when he was a 3. He left it alone more so other low ranks could use it and earn vouchers without having to contend with his high scores. Doesn't mean he's out of practice!
His feet are a blur across the arrows, tromping a clockwise path in rapid succession. Sweat gleams on his forehead, breath catching in his chest, twisting around to avoid tangling his legs. Among the rhythm of the song and his own steps, he hears Hiyori's pace starting to catch up and break even. Tch, the hell-? He's using Bakugo's motions to lock in his own rhythm?! ... He'd be impressed if he weren't pissed about it! Like a runner catching up to the lead, Hiyori's bringing his pace in line with the blonde's, nearing the song's end with almost perfect matches. Their feet are practically in sync with each other, skin glowing in the screen's flashing intensity. Shit, he's not even paying attention to his legs, instinctively translating screen directions to limb movement. Not some damn pushover even at max difficulty! Bakugo's expression cracks open in a grin, exhilarated by the thrill of a great challenge!
Until something happens and Hiyori completely falls apart beside him. He slams the final two chords on his feet and lets his arms drop to his side, breathing hard and rolling his shoulder. Good, but... his own screen pulses a big shiny "B" in his face. Level 10 is still fucking hard!] Oy! What the hell tripped you up, Hiyori?! You were on beat for almost half the song!
[Yeah, he's not happy he won; he's uppity cause his partner crashed.]
That doesn't sound like me at all! But that "purposefully sleazy" side of him reminds me of a couple of people from back home, so talking to him feels somewhat nostalgic.
[He's thinking of Rinne and Ibara here.
He does smile when Bakugo says he'll be at the Vale even earlier than Kleken. It's genuine and appreciative, since although he knows Bakugo won't be visiting the Vale just to look after his birds, he can guess that's part of the reason, and that unspoken agreement is something he feels no small amount of gratitude for.]
I'm not sure I'd go that far, but I do think they can tell when someone's making an effort to be gentle with them. Plus my birds are extra smart, so I have faith they won't be deceived by villains~♪
[Said while beaming like a proud parent. In reality, his birds can probably be won over by anyone who brings them food; such is the way of pets. Though Hiyori's also not wrong in assuming their intellect is higher than average, since they're magical resort birds who inherited traits from their parents, and he, Rinne and Vil are all crafty people in their own ways. (... Jun not so much, though.)
In any case, it's time to switch over from "proud parent" mode to DDR mode, but he doesn't exactly make the transition smoothly. Here he was psyching himself up for Difficulty Level 8 (which he truthfully finds pretty hard as a DDR amateur) only for Bakugo to hit him with Level 10! And then he's truly put through hell.
All sorts of thoughts flit through his mind. Is this what it was like for Jun, learning dance from him in the beginning? Having a stage partner who can do everything effortlessly while you flail and flounder? Hiyori has seldom struggled with his idol work, and almost never makes mistakes onstage. But perhaps this experience will teach him some empathy.
Because boy, did he make some mistakes just now. Enough to add up to a big fat D! Not a score to be proud of, and certainly not one that can impress Bakugo. He gripes, all flushed and flustered, expecting his opponent to gloat or rib him over his loss.
But no, instead he looks peeved again. Like he's the injured party here! Not a sore loser, but a a sore winner!! Which in turn makes Hiyori even more miffed, although he's also a tad embarrassed.]
I don't know, since they all went by so fast! But at that level, once you've gotten off-beat it's so hard to get back on. It's less dancing and more like boot camp!
[But then he shakes his head. Tries to collect himself, knowing Bakugo won't be the least bit impressed by his excuses. Sure, he fell flat on his face. But a good performer picks themselves up afterwards, right?]
So thank goodness we didn't agree to "best of three." Otherwise, you'd already be the winner. But you wouldn't feel happy about it, so it'd be a huge waste! And that's exactly why we must go on.
[He steps up to the selection screen again, already back to smiling!]
I'll be choosing the song and the difficulty this time, so brace yourself accordingly~♪
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[It's true, Kleken and the birds do get along. Though if he lingers on thoughts of his birds too long at this point, he'll just depress himself.
Bakugo picking the next song is more than fair, but he'd been hoping to monopolize the song selection. That way he could overload Bakugo's eardrums with cute, chirpy tunes! Perhaps he could justify it by saying that Bakugo has more experience with arcade games, so him choosing the songs helps level the playing field between them. But it's all a moot point, as Bakugo chooses something with a hard, stomping beat, grinning in response to Hiyori's suggestion that they kick things up two notches. It'll be tough, but Hiyori is prepared to bring his A-game. Level 8, here they come!
... or not.
He sees the number "10" flash across the screen and his smile dissolves. His face flashes with alarm.]
...... eh?
[10. Bakugo just jumped straight to 10. He bursts out:]
That's cheating!
[No, it's really not. But he doesn't have time to complain further, because the next round is starting. There's no time to warm up either, at least not on this song: he's hit with a barrage of notes right off bat, and it's all he can do to keep up.
He does try, to his credit. He has, in fact, practiced at this level before, mostly out of curiosity to see how hard the game could get. He knew the opponent he was dealing with; there was no way Bakugo didn't like to turn things up to 11 (or 10, as it were). He expected it to come to this at some point.
Still, Level 10 this early? He wasn't prepared! He's visibly flustered as he jumps along, mashing his feet down over and over. At first he's just flailing, having started out on the wrong foot. It's hard to course correct once you've gotten off-rhythm at this level. But as the song reaches its chorus, through sheer sweat, focus, and determination, he starts to hit his stride. He can hear Bakugo furiously dancing next to him, and if he focuses on that—on the rhythm of Bakugo's steps alongside the beat—he can get back into the swing of things. It's similar, really, to dancing with Jun and the other Eden members. He and Bakugo are dancing to the same song, the same map. It's a duo performance, and so he'll treat it like one, bringing the same energy as his partner!
His face is flushed. His legs are moving fast, faster than his brain can even process. His eyes watch the screen and his brain mindlessly issues commands, feet following suit even as his legs start to feel the burn. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. He's getting sweaty, and yet... it's kind of fun, isn't it?
For about 30 seconds or so, before the second chorus and the outro completely annihilate him.
He does his best, but it's not enough. He's faltering left and right: too slow, and then he steps on the wrong blocks entirely, finding it impossible to get on track afterwards. He would've managed a C if he'd continued as he had during the chorus, but now...
A big, fat, throbbing "D" is his final score. "NICE D!" the screen says!]
... so unfair...
[Tired and flushed, he slumps his shoulders in defeat.]
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[Jogging through the forest trails with the sun barely leaving its horizon home? Nah, he can't see the tentacled conman getting up so early, unless he spent the entire night awake doing slinky deeds.] You're one of those people who think animals can tell if someone's good or bad?
[Like hell is he gonna let Hiyori pour his sunshine music through his head without taking some kind of break from it! He has to get his own preferences in there as well. Sucks the machine doesn't include any rock songs, but he's found enough intense beats to satisfy his badass cravings. Bakugo barks out a laugh at the other boy's protest.]
Don't get pissed I called your bluff! [Now Hiyori has to own up to those bravado words! He braces his hands on the bar behind him, legs spreading in preparation for the music, and the second it kicks off, he's in motion. Arrows pour down the screen, sometimes a waterfall cascade of direction, sometimes sticking drips demanding pinpoint action mid breath. Red eyes narrow on the screen, occasionally widening as a stray arrow flies past his proverbial foot. Dammit! He's practiced on 10 several times, but even he's no perfect master.
Besides, since becoming an Ace, Bakugo's not had need to hit the arcade anywhere near as often as when he was a 3. He left it alone more so other low ranks could use it and earn vouchers without having to contend with his high scores. Doesn't mean he's out of practice!
His feet are a blur across the arrows, tromping a clockwise path in rapid succession. Sweat gleams on his forehead, breath catching in his chest, twisting around to avoid tangling his legs. Among the rhythm of the song and his own steps, he hears Hiyori's pace starting to catch up and break even. Tch, the hell-? He's using Bakugo's motions to lock in his own rhythm?! ... He'd be impressed if he weren't pissed about it! Like a runner catching up to the lead, Hiyori's bringing his pace in line with the blonde's, nearing the song's end with almost perfect matches. Their feet are practically in sync with each other, skin glowing in the screen's flashing intensity. Shit, he's not even paying attention to his legs, instinctively translating screen directions to limb movement. Not some damn pushover even at max difficulty! Bakugo's expression cracks open in a grin, exhilarated by the thrill of a great challenge!
Until something happens and Hiyori completely falls apart beside him. He slams the final two chords on his feet and lets his arms drop to his side, breathing hard and rolling his shoulder. Good, but... his own screen pulses a big shiny "B" in his face. Level 10 is still fucking hard!] Oy! What the hell tripped you up, Hiyori?! You were on beat for almost half the song!
[Yeah, he's not happy he won; he's uppity cause his partner crashed.]
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[He shakes his head to deny being a sucker!]
That doesn't sound like me at all! But that "purposefully sleazy" side of him reminds me of a couple of people from back home, so talking to him feels somewhat nostalgic.
[He's thinking of Rinne and Ibara here.
He does smile when Bakugo says he'll be at the Vale even earlier than Kleken. It's genuine and appreciative, since although he knows Bakugo won't be visiting the Vale just to look after his birds, he can guess that's part of the reason, and that unspoken agreement is something he feels no small amount of gratitude for.]
I'm not sure I'd go that far, but I do think they can tell when someone's making an effort to be gentle with them. Plus my birds are extra smart, so I have faith they won't be deceived by villains~♪
[Said while beaming like a proud parent. In reality, his birds can probably be won over by anyone who brings them food; such is the way of pets. Though Hiyori's also not wrong in assuming their intellect is higher than average, since they're magical resort birds who inherited traits from their parents, and he, Rinne and Vil are all crafty people in their own ways. (... Jun not so much, though.)
In any case, it's time to switch over from "proud parent" mode to DDR mode, but he doesn't exactly make the transition smoothly. Here he was psyching himself up for Difficulty Level 8 (which he truthfully finds pretty hard as a DDR amateur) only for Bakugo to hit him with Level 10! And then he's truly put through hell.
All sorts of thoughts flit through his mind. Is this what it was like for Jun, learning dance from him in the beginning? Having a stage partner who can do everything effortlessly while you flail and flounder? Hiyori has seldom struggled with his idol work, and almost never makes mistakes onstage. But perhaps this experience will teach him some empathy.
Because boy, did he make some mistakes just now. Enough to add up to a big fat D! Not a score to be proud of, and certainly not one that can impress Bakugo. He gripes, all flushed and flustered, expecting his opponent to gloat or rib him over his loss.
But no, instead he looks peeved again. Like he's the injured party here! Not a sore loser, but a a sore winner!! Which in turn makes Hiyori even more miffed, although he's also a tad embarrassed.]
I don't know, since they all went by so fast! But at that level, once you've gotten off-beat it's so hard to get back on. It's less dancing and more like boot camp!
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So thank goodness we didn't agree to "best of three." Otherwise, you'd already be the winner. But you wouldn't feel happy about it, so it'd be a huge waste! And that's exactly why we must go on.
[He steps up to the selection screen again, already back to smiling!]
I'll be choosing the song and the difficulty this time, so brace yourself accordingly~♪