Yeah, I'll keep the warning in mind. [ it's through gritted teeth, which doesn't say much for the sincerity of it.
christ, the kid really is too much like he was — the only reason Juno moves back in time is because he'd been betting on that, knew that he would have taken a swing at anyone who got that close to him when he was a scrawny, snarling brat. he could probably avoid the landmines of Bakugo's temper if he tried, thought about it in terms of what used to get to his own short fuse. instead he thinks he might be deliberately setting him off. like he might get some kind of vicious satisfaction out of digging his knuckle into those bruises and he's still fucking surprised when it just hurts.
he follows Bakugo through into the kitchen and wonders how a kid can come out of a life like the kind they've both had and believe in anything, much less ghosts. the people he knows who buy into shit like that, they go all the way with it; people like Mick Mercury who'll latch onto anything because it keeps them going and it means being in denial about how bad their lives really are. Bakugo... he doesn't understand where it's coming from with Bakugo. ]
Sincere doesn't mean anything. That just brings the possibilities down to crazy and/or stupid. If they're superstitious, then it's both. [ and then he pauses a moment; considers. instead of starting to pull the room apart as he usually does, he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. ] But if you're so sure you know best, then go ahead. Take the lead on this one, Ace Detective.
[ there's no time pressure and no life on the line. he can let Bakugo spin his wheels as long as he wants and it'll still be making some kind of progress towards collecting whatever scraps of evidence there are to be found here. ]
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christ, the kid really is too much like he was — the only reason Juno moves back in time is because he'd been betting on that, knew that he would have taken a swing at anyone who got that close to him when he was a scrawny, snarling brat. he could probably avoid the landmines of Bakugo's temper if he tried, thought about it in terms of what used to get to his own short fuse. instead he thinks he might be deliberately setting him off. like he might get some kind of vicious satisfaction out of digging his knuckle into those bruises and he's still fucking surprised when it just hurts.
he follows Bakugo through into the kitchen and wonders how a kid can come out of a life like the kind they've both had and believe in anything, much less ghosts. the people he knows who buy into shit like that, they go all the way with it; people like Mick Mercury who'll latch onto anything because it keeps them going and it means being in denial about how bad their lives really are. Bakugo... he doesn't understand where it's coming from with Bakugo. ]
Sincere doesn't mean anything. That just brings the possibilities down to crazy and/or stupid. If they're superstitious, then it's both. [ and then he pauses a moment; considers. instead of starting to pull the room apart as he usually does, he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. ] But if you're so sure you know best, then go ahead. Take the lead on this one, Ace Detective.
[ there's no time pressure and no life on the line. he can let Bakugo spin his wheels as long as he wants and it'll still be making some kind of progress towards collecting whatever scraps of evidence there are to be found here. ]