[ Distantly, he hears his name. Joshua - referring to him, in a conversation with someone Bakugo also knows, also has spoken to and... grown closer to ( ew, there's no way to say that without it sounding sappy as hell ). When his mind ghosts along -- crossed arms, feigned disinterest accompanying the sense of a constantly attentive mind -- it freezes.
Assassin, he hears. Used to be. At least he waits, that fraction of a second, before he makes himself known. ]
What made you stop?
[ The only reason the blurring of revulsion and distaste within him doesn't burst forth is because he's wrung out, and because he's had a row or two with Asuka -- child-pilot and killer -- long before this one came up. ]
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Assassin, he hears. Used to be. At least he waits, that fraction of a second, before he makes himself known. ]
What made you stop?
[ The only reason the blurring of revulsion and distaste within him doesn't burst forth is because he's wrung out, and because he's had a row or two with Asuka -- child-pilot and killer -- long before this one came up. ]