[They don't have to participate in the festival proper, so long as they work their booths for both food and games. Bakugo noticed Godzilla a few times in the bustle of people. It's no surprise the kaiju is good with fire, but there's a big difference between breathing energy blasts from your mouth and turning the food on the grill with attention to browning, skewers, sauce, molding, and everything else that comes with takoyaki.
But that can be handled later, when Bakugo's not suddenly finding the human-clad lizard appearing out of nowhere beside the irate customer to try and mediate some peace. Seriously? Does he think that's needed? If he's going to be their guard dog, bare some damn teeth or something! Bakugo had half a mind to blast this bastard in the face before Godzilla showed.
The customer's protesting the lack of extra sauce on the takoyaki balls, though seems to quiet a little more once this man adds his weight to the conversation.]
What the hell are you asking me for? [Bakugo holds the paper "boat" in hand, sauced as evenly spread as the rest he's handed out. His glare rests entirely on the customer.] Either pay for it or get the fuck outta line.
[It only takes a few more seconds for the man to cut his losses and accept the fair solution. Aka: food. Bakugo scowls after him, then clicks his tongue in irritation before looking at his fellow Everlight member.] Bastard doesn't know what ration means.
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But that can be handled later, when Bakugo's not suddenly finding the human-clad lizard appearing out of nowhere beside the irate customer to try and mediate some peace. Seriously? Does he think that's needed? If he's going to be their guard dog, bare some damn teeth or something! Bakugo had half a mind to blast this bastard in the face before Godzilla showed.
The customer's protesting the lack of extra sauce on the takoyaki balls, though seems to quiet a little more once this man adds his weight to the conversation.]
What the hell are you asking me for? [Bakugo holds the paper "boat" in hand, sauced as evenly spread as the rest he's handed out. His glare rests entirely on the customer.] Either pay for it or get the fuck outta line.
[It only takes a few more seconds for the man to cut his losses and accept the fair solution. Aka: food. Bakugo scowls after him, then clicks his tongue in irritation before looking at his fellow Everlight member.] Bastard doesn't know what ration means.