[ for a long moment, choso can do little but watch agog as bakugo sets up and sits down, as if the mere mundane task of it were an alien concept freshly introduced. as it turns out, he isn’t just imagining it. ]
Well, all right, then.
[ like that’s that, case closed. can’t argue there.
it takes him about an additional five seconds of unblinking goggling before it occurs to him, in the hazy soup filling his skull, that bakugo is only here because the danger has lessened. the outsiders with their teeth and their claws have come home, their stolen and their lost all retrieved. watch has ended. everyone is safe.
(he thinks of ishmael, and how he couldn’t look at her or what she carried, and then he stops thinking altogether.)
with a slow, bracing breath, choso turns and lurches into motion, staggering on over to bakugo; like coming in from the cold, the hero’s presence burns warmer than choso himself. like coming in from the cold, choso looms over this small sun like a spectre of war, and holds out a bloody hand. ]
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Well, all right, then.
[ like that’s that, case closed. can’t argue there.
it takes him about an additional five seconds of unblinking goggling before it occurs to him, in the hazy soup filling his skull, that bakugo is only here because the danger has lessened. the outsiders with their teeth and their claws have come home, their stolen and their lost all retrieved. watch has ended. everyone is safe.
(he thinks of ishmael, and how he couldn’t look at her or what she carried, and then he stops thinking altogether.)
with a slow, bracing breath, choso turns and lurches into motion, staggering on over to bakugo; like coming in from the cold, the hero’s presence burns warmer than choso himself. like coming in from the cold, choso looms over this small sun like a spectre of war, and holds out a bloody hand. ]