[It's just things. Easy to say. Not so easy to take. Hours have passed since the ending, since everything they knew seemed like it went up in smoke and flame. All of them brought to this place against their will, conscripted into a service none of them agreed to, and left to make connections with every unknown surrounding them. Of course they would bond with these things. Craving a sort of control or familiarity that gave them comfort. Now, to have that removed...
Bakugo catches her sitting in the patio as he passes by. Haunted look in her eyes. Probably drunk, definitely smoking. Conversation seems like a pipe dream here. He moves to the small railing surrounding the outer rim and leans against it, upwind from whatever breeze might be blowing through the air, either natural or air conditioned. Mostly avoiding the smoke.
A single question. Without an answer. He tilts his head back, eyes hidden under the shadows of his bangs.] Fuck this place.
b. I need a smoke
Bakugo catches her sitting in the patio as he passes by. Haunted look in her eyes. Probably drunk, definitely smoking. Conversation seems like a pipe dream here. He moves to the small railing surrounding the outer rim and leans against it, upwind from whatever breeze might be blowing through the air, either natural or air conditioned. Mostly avoiding the smoke.
A single question. Without an answer. He tilts his head back, eyes hidden under the shadows of his bangs.] Fuck this place.