[If he had to. A year ago (back home) Bakugo would never have allowed someone to work on the same team as him. Left behind, snarled at, abandoned, told off, he never deigned to even make use of whatever they could offer. Though teamwork isn't his first choice, he's far better at operating with others, even if his pride and skill means he's quite capable of soloing a mission. Yato's impressed the explosive hero over the past months with his power and ability.
So blasting a slobbering monkey at his friend doesn't bother him for a second. Catch, Bakami. You deal with it.]
I saw it, Bakami!
[How's that for your damn thanks? Bakugo notes the bow in Yato's grasp. New? He's never seen it before. Normally the god was a swordsman. Smoke tears through the frosty space as he twists a vicious roundhouse into another monkey's head. Bone crunches, head snaps to the side, and the rest of its furry body follows in a spiral of saliva and gangly limbs.]
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So blasting a slobbering monkey at his friend doesn't bother him for a second. Catch, Bakami. You deal with it.]
I saw it, Bakami!
[How's that for your damn thanks? Bakugo notes the bow in Yato's grasp. New? He's never seen it before. Normally the god was a swordsman. Smoke tears through the frosty space as he twists a vicious roundhouse into another monkey's head. Bone crunches, head snaps to the side, and the rest of its furry body follows in a spiral of saliva and gangly limbs.]
Don't waste your arrows! Make your shots count!