[Too bad that ignoring didn't last long. Bakugo might look down on a lot of people, but once someone's proven themselves to him, he's not gonna consider them lacking. Even if he continually yells at them and wants them to improve like the grumpy perfectionist he is. Some of the lower gold is already being swallowed by the rising sand and Bakugo twists his head over his shoulder to make sure no one else is straggling behind. Okay, some are straggling to gather treasure, but no one's near the dangerous parts. Doesn't stop him from raging at the slackers to get moving! He's not gonna save someone who died for gold!
Bakugo snarls at Yato's returning yell, waiting on the steps just long enough to make sure the god's reached the stone, then turns and races up towards the doors. He's surprised the entire place hasn't decided to collapse on them, but rather opts for the "sinking into the depths forever" idea of vanishing. Filling up with sand and becoming preserved far below the desert floor forever.]
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A WIDOW AND AN EMPTY SHRINE IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR ASS!!
[Consider that into your calculations, Yato! A sudden explosion sees him blitz right back to Yato's side, rip that candlestick off his leg, and jab it up his ass right down the back of his neck, trapping it under his scarf like an impromptu sword sheath. There! Now you're not gonna trip on the fucking thing. MOVE!! And races past him again.]
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Bakugo snarls at Yato's returning yell, waiting on the steps just long enough to make sure the god's reached the stone, then turns and races up towards the doors. He's surprised the entire place hasn't decided to collapse on them, but rather opts for the "sinking into the depths forever" idea of vanishing. Filling up with sand and becoming preserved far below the desert floor forever.]
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A WIDOW AND AN EMPTY SHRINE IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR ASS!!
[Consider that into your calculations, Yato! A sudden explosion sees him blitz right back to Yato's side, rip that candlestick off his leg, and jab it
up his assright down the back of his neck, trapping it under his scarf like an impromptu sword sheath. There! Now you're not gonna trip on the fucking thing. MOVE!! And races past him again.]