[ Bakugo Katsuki, champion of escalation and patron saint of miscommunication. ]
Uh. Th-- thanks? [ What the heck happened. ] It's just what I was taught.
[ Was he reading the entire conversation wrong ( yes )? Or was the music-man and his constant psychic string-playing agreeing with him, about death and the children who were here on the ground, in the thick of it. He's experienced death ( a grandmother; an old teacher -- ), and he knows about violence ( fingers around his throat, one digit away from rotting the flesh from bone; his hero, diminishing and bleeding out before him -- ) and neither are something he wants to see again. By default, it extends to the others in the nest. ]
Bakugo, [ his voice has grown quieter now, not a mumble, but something more subdued: ] Who are... you?
no subject
Uh. Th-- thanks? [ What the heck happened. ] It's just what I was taught.
[ Was he reading the entire conversation wrong ( yes )? Or was the music-man and his constant psychic string-playing agreeing with him, about death and the children who were here on the ground, in the thick of it. He's experienced death ( a grandmother; an old teacher -- ), and he knows about violence ( fingers around his throat, one digit away from rotting the flesh from bone; his hero, diminishing and bleeding out before him -- ) and neither are something he wants to see again. By default, it extends to the others in the nest. ]
Bakugo, [ his voice has grown quieter now, not a mumble, but something more subdued: ] Who are... you?