I'm not sure which is creepier, the fact that you think I wouldn't know about workforce drinkin' or that you actually said you were bondin' with your co-workers. Maybe you really are drunk.
[Had to have been something that drastic to get someone like Bakugou out at all if it's not a gym.]
At least you admit to it. Dunno if I'd wanna write that on your resume, though.
Ugh... why the fuck did it have to be you I texted? It's not like I'm some fancy bocchan that can avoid that shit forever. My boss as been on my ass all week about goin' for drinks.
[ AKA Jeanist was tired of the sidekicks complaining about Bakugou not joining them so made him go for once and now it was a mess. ]
Shut the fuck up and just tell the guy to find McDonald's efore I hurl on the pleather.
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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ultimateyakuza
Date: 2019-03-16 05:00 am (UTC)[ Clicking his tongue, the blond wrenched open the door and slid inside to slump in the leather seat. ]
I really only got ten bucks on me. I need the other ten to get somethin' to eat cause I'm fuckin' starved.
Re: ultimateyakuza
Date: 2019-03-16 05:21 am (UTC)You smell like you jumped in a pool of alcohol. Tch, whatever, hold your shitty twenty.
[He gave a single knock on the window to let the driver know to to start driving before turning back, pulling out his phone to look up google.]
What the fuck you want?
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Date: 2019-03-16 03:42 pm (UTC)It was a fuckin' work thing, alright, Mr. Bocchan?
[ That didn't stop his head from swimming and stomach from gurgling painfully. He needed to get some food in him.]
Somethin' greasy. Burgers.
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Date: 2019-03-16 05:50 pm (UTC)[He thumbed through a few lists, eventually settling on a burger joint and sending the gps address to the driver.]
You're damn lucky I could go for a burger myself right about now. Someone interrupted just before I could get dinner.
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Date: 2019-03-17 05:59 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't even do it very often but this time around they tempted him with some spicy ramen. ]
Luck ain't got nothin' to do with it. Takes skill to be this type of annoyin'.
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Date: 2019-03-17 07:18 pm (UTC)[Had to have been something that drastic to get someone like Bakugou out at all if it's not a gym.]
At least you admit to it. Dunno if I'd wanna write that on your resume, though.
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Date: 2019-03-17 11:15 pm (UTC)[ AKA Jeanist was tired of the sidekicks complaining about Bakugou not joining them so made him go for once and now it was a mess. ]
Shut the fuck up and just tell the guy to find McDonald's efore I hurl on the pleather.
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Date: 2019-03-18 01:22 am (UTC)[Now Bakugou can say he got in his yearly quota of socializing. Unless Jeanist pulls some guilt card from his pocket.]
I swear to fuck that if you puke in here I'm kickin' your ass out while the car is still moving. Don't you even dare!
[He even has the decency to curl up tighter into his seat, one good eye widening while looking at him with suspicion.]
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Date: 2019-03-22 08:24 pm (UTC)[ If Jeanist still complains about Bakugou not socializing enough with his coworkers, he's not sure if anything will make his boss happy. ]
Then you better be nicer to the ill, shortstack. Especially when he's still contemplatin' suckin' you off as a thanks for pickin' him up.
[ Was that just the alcohol talking? Probably. It didn't help that Bakugou was a horny drunk. ]
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Date: 2019-03-22 09:40 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-03-24 01:30 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2019-03-24 02:09 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-03-24 06:24 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2019-03-24 07:16 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-03-26 03:22 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2019-03-27 01:33 am (UTC)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.]