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[emet_sulk]

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If you were directed here by Hythlodaeus, kindly inform him that any messes he creates are his responsibility to clean up.

If this is Hythlodaeus: Please act like a bureau chief for once in your life and stop referring complaints to me.


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[emet_sulk]

Why? [ he snaps. ] I doubt you truly care about my life. I care nothing for yours. Is this related to-- what was it again? How I looked as though I needed saving?

[ He scoffs and waves his hand dismissively. ]

You're rather too late for that if so.

[apshot]

Doesn't matter if you give a shit about mine or not. You don't really seem to care about yours so someone probably should.

[ Not that Bakugou is a great guy. However he knows more about this asshole than what's probably right or fair. Someone who thinks that they have to carry some goddamn burden alone - to the point where they don't think of their own damn lives.

Yeah, he knows this guy has done some pretty heinous shit. Bakugou doesn't know why all this fucking matters to him either. Maybe because of those stupid subconscious dreams they shared. ]

[emet_sulk]

[ He glowers a little while longer at Bakugou. They're right - he doesn't particularly care about his own life these days. Only his thin promise to certain people keeps him waking up each day (to say nothing of Hythlodaeus himself). ]

I don't need you - or anyone else - to care about my life. Especially not a mortal. No amount of explaining will help you comprehend what it's like to live for as long as I have. If I wish to die then that is my own damn choice.

[apshot]

Yeah well... Tough shit. You're not the one that gets to decide that sort of thing.

[ But notice that he's not begging the old man to explain it to him. To help Bakugou really to understand what it is like. There's no way he really can, even if he had experienced it in part. It's still not his life. Hasn't spent eons longing for something that has long since passed. ]

Imma do what Imma do. That's all there is to it.

[emet_sulk]

Fine.

[ This is not an argument he's going to win. He stomps off to the kitchenette, opening cupboards, carelessly creating noise where he needn't.

He wishes his life were his own, he thinks furiously. He wishes that none of them were here to stop him from taking it, to make him feel guilty about even entertaining the thought of abandoning life without them. ]

If you plan to sit there all day then tell me what you cannot eat - or don't. 'Tis all the same to me.

[apshot]

[ Oh it's definitely not. Bakugou's simply going to do what he wants regardless of what this old man has to say on the matter. Though it is a little surprising that he... Is going to accept that?

Though it would be interesting for Katsuki to know that this old shit has had similar issues with others here. ]

So what? First you're pissed off and then you're asking me in a roundabout, dismissive way what I'll eat?

[emet_sulk]

Stubborn boy. I would prefer you leave, actually.

[ Bakugou isn't the first immovable wall he has had to navigate around and he probably won't be the last. ]

Since I suspect you won't even if I say so, I am going to make my midday repast.

[apshot]

I only came here to talk and shit. Not bother you to the point of throwing some mediocre meal my way.

[ Pushing himself up now. For real though, he's not inviting himself for anything other than conversation. The old man obliged. Katsuki's made his intentions known. That's all there really is to it.

No need to push further. ]

[emet_sulk]

Hmph. Be on your way then.

[ He makes a dismissive, shooing motion with one hand without looking, focused on his task. If he could, he would like to forget that whole siren episode ever happened. The reminder leaves him feeling sour and he rattles around the kitchen with much more noise than usual. ]