Hmph, aren't you so knowledgeable and all knowin'.
[It'll probably do Best Jeanist's heart good if he doesn't find out that Bakugou has the number of the most powerful Yakuza clan's head's son in his contact list. Might make things awkward.]
Me? You're the one who went out to get drunk then called me as if I'm some--
Wait...
[Pause for a moment as that sentence finally sunk in.]
... Don't fuck me. Sayin' half-assed shit like that ain't very heroic.
[The deadpanned droll of his tone really gave off just how shocking it truly was, but it didn't last long as he continued to suspiciously eye the other.]
Not that it's any of your fuckin' business, but people don't usually just bring up shit like that to people they hate, even when half drunk off their ass.
Whatever... you'll sober up soon enough then I can hold it over your head once you realize how fucked up you really were tonight.
What makes you think I hate you? Sure you're an annoyin', loud, stupid fuckin' brat. But you're still cute.
[ Then again, there was always that serious looking chick with the sword constantly following Fuyuhiko around. Maybe that was his girlfriend and he really was straight.
....
Oh well. He'll worry about hitting on some samurai chick's boyfriend later. ]
Ahhhh, whatever. Just don't fuckin' mention it to that girlfriend of yours and we'll be square, okay? I'll shut up and stop tryin' to hit on you.
[ It was disappointing that Fuyuhiko didn't seem to be responding, especially when Bakugou's cock was still hard as a rock in his pants and all he wanted to do was lean over and start making out with the blond. But he wasn't about to force himself on some yakuza brat that didn't even want him.
When they reached the fast food joint, he didn't respond. Not out of stubbornness... he's just fallen asleep for the moment. ]
[He didn't answer right away, mostly because most of what Bakugou said just didn't make any logical to sense, no matter how many times he combed through it. A girlfriend? Actually hitting on him? It was only after he was about to demand what the fuck Bakugou meant by it all that it clicked in regarding Peko.
Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]
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[It'll probably do Best Jeanist's heart good if he doesn't find out that Bakugou has the number of the most powerful Yakuza clan's head's son in his contact list. Might make things awkward.]
Me? You're the one who went out to get drunk then called me as if I'm some--
Wait...
[Pause for a moment as that sentence finally sunk in.]
... Don't fuck me. Sayin' half-assed shit like that ain't very heroic.
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[ Slumping in the seat, the blond's head tilted back against the soft leather and let the hum of the engine soothe the aching in his skull. ]
What, you sayin' you wouldn't want a free blowjob? You fuckin' straight or some shit?
[ That'd be a bummer, but he's too far gone at the moment to really care that he just outed himself. ]
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[The deadpanned droll of his tone really gave off just how shocking it truly was, but it didn't last long as he continued to suspiciously eye the other.]
Not that it's any of your fuckin' business, but people don't usually just bring up shit like that to people they hate, even when half drunk off their ass.
Whatever... you'll sober up soon enough then I can hold it over your head once you realize how fucked up you really were tonight.
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[ Then again, there was always that serious looking chick with the sword constantly following Fuyuhiko around. Maybe that was his girlfriend and he really was straight.
....
Oh well. He'll worry about hitting on some samurai chick's boyfriend later. ]
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[He's not sure what made him more pissed off, the drunken admission or calling him 'cute'. They were both fighting for first place.]
We're here anyways, just gettin' you a burger meal so if you don't like it then tough luck.
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[ It was disappointing that Fuyuhiko didn't seem to be responding, especially when Bakugou's cock was still hard as a rock in his pants and all he wanted to do was lean over and start making out with the blond. But he wasn't about to force himself on some yakuza brat that didn't even want him.
When they reached the fast food joint, he didn't respond. Not out of stubbornness... he's just fallen asleep for the moment. ]
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Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]