[there had been some mention of missions, which didn't sound at all like solo missions, hence suggesting there'll be partnering up later on. but that seems more akin to a group of soldiers going rather than some two-man cell getting slapped an assignment. not that he can say one way or the other... he notes the peering eyes and shoots a glare towards denji, as if reprimanding him for thinking he could jump the gun.]
They're probably going to assignment groups later. Right now, it's a fucking orientation and mass gathering.
[now completely dry, he can pull on the clothes he stashed away above, only tugging the towel off his hips once the lounge pants are around his waist. shirt next, pulled over his head and down his arms and torso to fall around his waist. good, it's not some annoyingly-clingy sci-fi bodysuit crap.
but he's not leaving, instead giving his underwear another wring out to make sure it's as anti-slick as possible, then folding it and a towel together to shove back into the locker for later retrieval. it momentarily reminds him of the lockers at u.a., within the names and personal effects. the question floating next to him has such a weirdly hollow, floating tone, bakugo's left wondering if the other blonde is possibly stoned right now. likely not... just really shellshook.
he clicks his tongue, but stays.]
Stop worrying about tomorrow, idiot. You've got today to get through. [he closes the locker with a clang and locks it, memorizing the combination before giving it a spin.] C'mon. You need food.
[and he doubts this guy knows the way to the cafeteria.]
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[there had been some mention of missions, which didn't sound at all like solo missions, hence suggesting there'll be partnering up later on. but that seems more akin to a group of soldiers going rather than some two-man cell getting slapped an assignment. not that he can say one way or the other... he notes the peering eyes and shoots a glare towards denji, as if reprimanding him for thinking he could jump the gun.]
They're probably going to assignment groups later. Right now, it's a fucking orientation and mass gathering.
[now completely dry, he can pull on the clothes he stashed away above, only tugging the towel off his hips once the lounge pants are around his waist. shirt next, pulled over his head and down his arms and torso to fall around his waist. good, it's not some annoyingly-clingy sci-fi bodysuit crap.
but he's not leaving, instead giving his underwear another wring out to make sure it's as anti-slick as possible, then folding it and a towel together to shove back into the locker for later retrieval. it momentarily reminds him of the lockers at u.a., within the names and personal effects. the question floating next to him has such a weirdly hollow, floating tone, bakugo's left wondering if the other blonde is possibly stoned right now. likely not... just really shellshook.
he clicks his tongue, but stays.]
Stop worrying about tomorrow, idiot. You've got today to get through. [he closes the locker with a clang and locks it, memorizing the combination before giving it a spin.] C'mon. You need food.
[and he doubts this guy knows the way to the cafeteria.]