[Ratio's a man Bakugo associates far more with libraries, chalkboards, desks, and magic. Not sweeping through shrubbery looking for the next batch of plants to drug someone into a painless stupor. Okay, that's not the destination result, but in general, anesthetics are a thing. Ratio won't need to wait long; Bakugo's always been punctual, though his mood about it is a gamble on anyone around him's part.
It's been some time since he's met with the man, and though Bakugo may not look too different, he's sporting a few new scars on his body, some Ratio can't see right now, and his right arm's curiously not doing much of anything. A satchel of sorts is thrown over his left shoulder, complete with several pockets inside and out, as well as two larger sacks draped down his back like strange capes. They may or may not need those.]
Yo. [A quick nod in greeting.] You're not allergic to anything, are you?
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It's been some time since he's met with the man, and though Bakugo may not look too different, he's sporting a few new scars on his body, some Ratio can't see right now, and his right arm's curiously not doing much of anything. A satchel of sorts is thrown over his left shoulder, complete with several pockets inside and out, as well as two larger sacks draped down his back like strange capes. They may or may not need those.]
Yo. [A quick nod in greeting.] You're not allergic to anything, are you?