[As long as Dan Heng's clinging to him and not letting go, he'll let it happen. Proof the guy's awake, conscious, alive. On step at a time, taking the stairs up in a winding spiral towards open ground above them. If he wasn't so wrecked, Bakugo could take Dan Heng out the hole in the wall and blast them back to the approaching ship. Unfortunately, that's not an option.
If he noticed any bleeding on the other Outsider, he'd have bandaged it, even cauterizing if serious enough. Luckily there's no need, leaving them free to ascend one stair to the next, crossing hallways strewn with broken traps, discarded weapons, unconscious cultists... some not so unconscious, meaning Bakugo ends up snapping a harsh kick out into a man's head, knocking him right back into slumber. He pivots with the impact, preventing Dan Heng from jerking around via his actions. And keeps right on walking. Stay down, bastard. Someone else'll be along later to beat him up even better.
Dammit, if Dan Heng doesn't stop trying to tilt his head away, Bakugo's gonna bite one of those damn horns and hold him still! He'll handle the head motions. It's more important the dragon rests. A brief scoff puffs between his teeth as the turns the corner and heads up the next set of stairs. Fuck, how many flights were there on the way down? Probably wasn't paying attention thanks to the battling, rampaging, shouting, and more.] You're not gonna take out my damn eye.
One of the Gundam did it. [Referencing the hole in the wall. Despite his desire to get Dan Heng to the medics as fast as possible, Bakugo pauses by the hole, letting the dragon take in the fresh breeze across his body. Reality check. He's getting out of here. A quiet murmur warns him they're moving again and walls take over the brief sight of forest trees. He grunts in acknowledgement of his promise. Dan Heng can hold him to it. He'll be able to make his own food, cook it there in front of himself, even brew his own tea if he feels the need for it. Leave all this shit behind.]
Hmph. All that, huh. [He wants to bark at Dan Heng for moving his arm, but holds back, preferring the guy to act even a little. Stay awake, stay with me, stay alert, keep blood flowing. He has a good reason for liking red when it shows up in all those areas. From personal to cultural to his vocation. Finally the ground floor crunches underfoot and Bakugo leans forward a bit to power walk across the massive hall. Already the noise of a vehicular engine fills the air, LILITH's plane waiting outside in the courtyard. There's going to be people out there...] When the doctors come, I'll be right next to you. No one's gonna fucking touch you until I say so.
[Meaning whoever touches Dan Heng is someone Bakugo permitted to do so. Someone he trusts to help the dragon rather than hurt him. Even now, he'll keep himself between anyone and Dan Heng if it means keeping him safe. Of course he knows LILITH is trying to help, but given what the dragon went through, he might not see it that way on instinct. This is to prepare for that.]
Humble missions are the best/worst. All the pain and recovery.
If he noticed any bleeding on the other Outsider, he'd have bandaged it, even cauterizing if serious enough. Luckily there's no need, leaving them free to ascend one stair to the next, crossing hallways strewn with broken traps, discarded weapons, unconscious cultists... some not so unconscious, meaning Bakugo ends up snapping a harsh kick out into a man's head, knocking him right back into slumber. He pivots with the impact, preventing Dan Heng from jerking around via his actions. And keeps right on walking. Stay down, bastard. Someone else'll be along later to beat him up even better.
Dammit, if Dan Heng doesn't stop trying to tilt his head away, Bakugo's gonna bite one of those damn horns and hold him still! He'll handle the head motions. It's more important the dragon rests. A brief scoff puffs between his teeth as the turns the corner and heads up the next set of stairs. Fuck, how many flights were there on the way down? Probably wasn't paying attention thanks to the battling, rampaging, shouting, and more.] You're not gonna take out my damn eye.
One of the Gundam did it. [Referencing the hole in the wall. Despite his desire to get Dan Heng to the medics as fast as possible, Bakugo pauses by the hole, letting the dragon take in the fresh breeze across his body. Reality check. He's getting out of here. A quiet murmur warns him they're moving again and walls take over the brief sight of forest trees. He grunts in acknowledgement of his promise. Dan Heng can hold him to it. He'll be able to make his own food, cook it there in front of himself, even brew his own tea if he feels the need for it. Leave all this shit behind.]
Hmph. All that, huh. [He wants to bark at Dan Heng for moving his arm, but holds back, preferring the guy to act even a little. Stay awake, stay with me, stay alert, keep blood flowing. He has a good reason for liking red when it shows up in all those areas. From personal to cultural to his vocation. Finally the ground floor crunches underfoot and Bakugo leans forward a bit to power walk across the massive hall. Already the noise of a vehicular engine fills the air, LILITH's plane waiting outside in the courtyard. There's going to be people out there...] When the doctors come, I'll be right next to you. No one's gonna fucking touch you until I say so.
[Meaning whoever touches Dan Heng is someone Bakugo permitted to do so. Someone he trusts to help the dragon rather than hurt him. Even now, he'll keep himself between anyone and Dan Heng if it means keeping him safe. Of course he knows LILITH is trying to help, but given what the dragon went through, he might not see it that way on instinct. This is to prepare for that.]