[like those old ass pictures of covered wagons gathering in a circle out in the wilderness, giving a watchful eye on everyone at the same time. probably people yelling between them, a few fires going on to cook things if you didn't want to use the kitchenette in the van. okay so it was different in many ways, considering the technology available to them, but the comradery remains the same. bakugou certainly didn't want to break off from the group and wind up lost out in the fucking desert.
the topic of food was... poorly communicated. no one mentioned shit about going out into the desert in these monsters! certainly not in a timely manner enough to let the outsiders stock up on storage at las vegas before getting shunted into the damn things. bakugou would have grabbed a number of things that didn't consist of rations. certainly wouldn't have made out like a selfish bandit, but las vegas seemed to be doing well enough on its own.
bah, fuck it. he's not spending the night with a stomach of gravy-flavored potato mash. did that enough on the first week in neo tokyo. instead he joined the hunting party, taking the dusk as a good time to go out and get some things for proper food. at least the kaiju are the main monsters; they're not encountering a world were squirrels have turned into mutated freaks with poisonous quills and fangs.
bakugou walks back into the encampment from behind his camper van, emerging with a few skewers of wood and the cleaned carcasses of a few desert birds. it was foolish to clean your kills inside the camp, since the blood and entrails would only attract scavengers during the night. hence he and the rest of the hunting party did all that messy work way out there. now it's just cooking it.
his boots bend slightly as bakugou crouches down next to denji, wearing a pair of jeans and light button down shirt left open on his chest in the cooling desert air.] Whaddya want on yours? Spices or just smoke?
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the topic of food was... poorly communicated. no one mentioned shit about going out into the desert in these monsters! certainly not in a timely manner enough to let the outsiders stock up on storage at las vegas before getting shunted into the damn things. bakugou would have grabbed a number of things that didn't consist of rations. certainly wouldn't have made out like a selfish bandit, but las vegas seemed to be doing well enough on its own.
bah, fuck it. he's not spending the night with a stomach of gravy-flavored potato mash. did that enough on the first week in neo tokyo. instead he joined the hunting party, taking the dusk as a good time to go out and get some things for proper food. at least the kaiju are the main monsters; they're not encountering a world were squirrels have turned into mutated freaks with poisonous quills and fangs.
bakugou walks back into the encampment from behind his camper van, emerging with a few skewers of wood and the cleaned carcasses of a few desert birds. it was foolish to clean your kills inside the camp, since the blood and entrails would only attract scavengers during the night. hence he and the rest of the hunting party did all that messy work way out there. now it's just cooking it.
his boots bend slightly as bakugou crouches down next to denji, wearing a pair of jeans and light button down shirt left open on his chest in the cooling desert air.] Whaddya want on yours? Spices or just smoke?