[ denji stood there, hands on his hips in a casual, relaxed form. again, it's hard to tell with that helmet on his head, but body language is all about being uncharacteristically perky. this entire mission was a breath of fresh air, he was given the freedom to go as feral as his heart desired and that sense of freedom was so intoxicating. he could go for more. he wants to go for more, but he chooses to relish the aftermath of their win instead (or, he'd rather stay close to bakugou for an unknown reason). he will allow himself to admire the mess they both left behind and watch as the other disregards all those corpses into the water with ease, one by one. the surface has lost its authenticity; what used to be a warm wood color is now drenched in red. it's thick enough to mess up the interior, slithering into it like acid. there is no saving this ship, and he can only imagine it wouldn't survive for more than a few hours on the water. yikes, hopefully whoever is running this ship is still alive and knows what they're doing.
nevermind that, denji scoffed and very calmly he pointed out what the hero was trying to downgrade. ]
You need stitches. I've seen your bones sticking out ...
[ he doubts the medics had the time to adequately attend to his teammate; perhaps they rushed it because they knew they needed bakugou to get his ass back out there and protect them. how selfish of them. only caring about keeping themselves alive and not the people risking it all for them. denji could be wrong, or he's just bitter that they kept hindering their mission by getting in the way. by now, he figured it was safe to drop his guard, and then— slowly, his chainsaws/helmet began to dissolve down his body in what seemed to be jelly-like material, and just like that- ... he was back to normal. he was unharmed, not a single scratch on his skin; a perfect glow underneath all that blood and pieces of flesh hanging loose. the smile is now visible, equally relaxed as his posture. ]
Unless ... you want me to do it for you? I can promise it will hurt as hell.
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nevermind that, denji scoffed and very calmly he pointed out what the hero was trying to downgrade. ]
You need stitches. I've seen your bones sticking out ...
[ he doubts the medics had the time to adequately attend to his teammate; perhaps they rushed it because they knew they needed bakugou to get his ass back out there and protect them. how selfish of them. only caring about keeping themselves alive and not the people risking it all for them. denji could be wrong, or he's just bitter that they kept hindering their mission by getting in the way. by now, he figured it was safe to drop his guard, and then— slowly, his chainsaws/helmet began to dissolve down his body in what seemed to be jelly-like material, and just like that- ... he was back to normal. he was unharmed, not a single scratch on his skin; a perfect glow underneath all that blood and pieces of flesh hanging loose. the smile is now visible, equally relaxed as his posture. ]
Unless ... you want me to do it for you? I can promise it will hurt as hell.
[ bakugou, do not. ]