[Share an apartment with a stranger he barely knows? ha ha no. He'd barely tolerated sharing living space with the classmates he'd spent months around back home. He'll stick with that tent and sleeping bag, thanks. So he'll be pitching said tent in some convenient spot between the river and the forest, looking right at home doing this shit. He's an outdoorsy type, okay, so sue him.
If someone else happens to be seeking a place to pitch a tent nearby, they'll get a deepening of his trademark scowl.]
This spot's fucking taken. Go somewhere else.
ii. unwelcome wagon
[No, Bakugo didn't follow the sound of the crying woman. That's the sort of empathetic, humanitarian thing that's Deku's department more than his, okay. He just happened to be wandering around the town when he got sick of the Laughing Goblin and he may or may not have gotten a little lost. When the woman straightens up, his mouth twists from its perpetual scowl to something more like a vicious smirk.]
How about you shove your welcome up your ass and die.
[Are those sparks coming out of his hands.... perhaps u are a good samaritan who came here 2 help and are now regretting ur life choices.....or perhaps you're here for the fight too. Either way, let's tear shit up. Bakugo doesn't care, as long as you don't get in his way.]
writ large
[A reasonable person, upon discovering the scheme being run here at the Black Fist manor with these writs, might leave in disgust. They might call the receptionist out on it, or they might just say screw it and pony up the dough just to get it over with.
Katsuki Bakugo is not a reasonable person. Short-tempered would be a charitable way to describe him on a good day, and getting drumped onto a new planet after an apocalypse he can't even properly remember because there's fucking static in his head every time he fucking tries is not even close.
Which is to say, he slams his hands down on that sheaf of paperwork and a couple bangs later, there's a whirlwind of papers flying about the room, in various stages of singed.]
WHAT FUCKING PAPERWORK WAS THAT AGAIN?
[Hahaha, did the Director tell them not to make trouble ..... looks like someone missed that memo .....]
who u gonna call
[So obviously, Bakugo followed up on that lead about Sokol's Keep, and his exploring eventually brings him to the east tower. The moved chair is weird when everything else seems fuckin untouched for years and Bakugo is super! not about it!!!
...Especially when things start creaking and vibrating. Fuck literally all of that.]
Hey! HEY! WHO THE FUCK's HERE? HUH? SHOW YOUR FUCKIN SELF IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE, BASTARD!
[this rant is made slightly less effective by the coughing fit that follows from how much dust he just inhaled but that doesn't matter! he'll fite any fuckin ghostly motherfucker! what are u lookin at bucko THERE'S NOTHIN 2 SEE HERE.]
Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia | Fighter (or barbarian maybe)
[Share an apartment with a stranger he barely knows? ha ha no. He'd barely tolerated sharing living space with the classmates he'd spent months around back home. He'll stick with that tent and sleeping bag, thanks. So he'll be pitching said tent in some convenient spot between the river and the forest, looking right at home doing this shit. He's an outdoorsy type, okay, so sue him.
If someone else happens to be seeking a place to pitch a tent nearby, they'll get a deepening of his trademark scowl.]
This spot's fucking taken. Go somewhere else.
ii. unwelcome wagon
[No, Bakugo didn't follow the sound of the crying woman. That's the sort of empathetic, humanitarian thing that's Deku's department more than his, okay. He just happened to be wandering around the town when he got sick of the Laughing Goblin and he may or may not have gotten a little lost. When the woman straightens up, his mouth twists from its perpetual scowl to something more like a vicious smirk.]
How about you shove your welcome up your ass and die.
[Are those sparks coming out of his hands.... perhaps u are a good samaritan who came here 2 help and are now regretting ur life choices.....or perhaps you're here for the fight too. Either way, let's tear shit up. Bakugo doesn't care, as long as you don't get in his way.]
writ large
[A reasonable person, upon discovering the scheme being run here at the Black Fist manor with these writs, might leave in disgust. They might call the receptionist out on it, or they might just say screw it and pony up the dough just to get it over with.
Katsuki Bakugo is not a reasonable person. Short-tempered would be a charitable way to describe him on a good day, and getting drumped onto a new planet after an apocalypse he can't even properly remember because there's fucking static in his head every time he fucking tries is not even close.
Which is to say, he slams his hands down on that sheaf of paperwork and a couple bangs later, there's a whirlwind of papers flying about the room, in various stages of singed.]
WHAT FUCKING PAPERWORK WAS THAT AGAIN?
[Hahaha, did the Director tell them not to make trouble ..... looks like someone missed that memo .....]
who u gonna call
[So obviously, Bakugo followed up on that lead about Sokol's Keep, and his exploring eventually brings him to the east tower. The moved chair is weird when everything else seems fuckin untouched for years and Bakugo is super! not about it!!!
...Especially when things start creaking and vibrating. Fuck literally all of that.]
Hey! HEY! WHO THE FUCK's HERE? HUH? SHOW YOUR FUCKIN SELF IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE, BASTARD!
[this rant is made slightly less effective by the coughing fit that follows from how much dust he just inhaled but that doesn't matter! he'll fite any fuckin ghostly motherfucker! what are u lookin at bucko THERE'S NOTHIN 2 SEE HERE.]
wildcard
[Hit me w/ your best shot :D]