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bakugo katsuki, you've been selected to have the chance of winning 1,000 chroma if you can answer this simple question!

who am i?

[what better thing to do when you're bored than harass the one with a trigger temper]

[As Denki said, he arrives in about 15 minutes, arms covered in bags full of snacks and determination set on his expression.

He knocks on Bakugo's door, and eagerly awaits for him to answer.]

(ooc: Sorry I'm late! If you're not up for an elevator run-in, no worries! I just wanted to hit you up while I'm on a tagging spree)

[Neito's done his best to roll with his situation. He's focused on the practical concerns of learning his way around, finding an apartment, learning where food can be purchased, reading up on the local laws, and learning what precious little information the locals have on why Moonblessed just arrive here. What he hasn't had the chance to do just yet is go through the directory on his phone to see who's here and who isn't.

It's one part being overwhelmed, and one part pride. He wants to have as much figured out as he can. So far, the only person that he knows is here from his world is Hawks. It's not embarrassing to turn to the number two hero for guidance.

He has wondered if there might be more from their world here, though, and that question is promptly answered by the opening of the elevator door.]

Did you just arrive on this world recently, too?

[He's still a little too much in shock to jump in with an insult just yet.]

Think you could take me on if I give you some free flight lessons?

Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?
Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?
Have you or any of your family ever used demonic magic to summon the hoards of hell?

Look. I'll level with you. Finding information here isn't easy. The men and women on top really like spreading the idyllic moonlacing happy saviors crap thick. So I'm searching for people who've had personal experiences with devils or demons since arriving in Prismatica. And several pointed me to you. [They all assumed that Katsuki was either a demon or possessed by one. He's a little too intense for some to consider him actually human.]

[Following this.]

[The moon is starting to rise, and Katsuki's wrapping up his day-long battle: cooking a traditional Swiss meal for Angela.

She's always doing so much for him- teaching him medical skills, saving his ass multiple times, putting up with his shit. She acts like she enjoys it, hell, she's probably weird enough to not have to pretend. He doesn't get it at all. What he does get is that he doesn't like being useless. He owes her more than a meal could ever pay back. Still, cooking is one way he can show his feelings that doesn't involve beating someone else up into a bloody pulp.

He bought all the ingredients ahead of time, having to make a few substitutions (a poor clerk had nearly fainted when he had screamed in their face, demanding Kirsh and they had to tell him he was underaged). The Malakoff and Zürich Geschnetzeltes are done, and he pulls some fresh Zopf-style bread from the oven, golden brown knots fluffy. To the side, there's a carrot cake complimented with homemade cream cheese frosting for dessert. He wouldn't be able to pronounce these names if he was held at gunpoint, but he worked hard and practiced a few times before finally committing. Stopping, he takes a second to make sure everything is in place, the aroma of freshly baked bread and spiced sugar somewhat softening the rough edges of his apartment. If he squinted, he could almost pretend those empty grenades he had shoved off of the table were flowerpots. Fucking weird, domestic shit, but she'd probably like that.

Other than preparing the plates, all he can do now is wait, so he leans against the counter, tapping his foot impatiently and frequently directing his gaze to where he left his bracelet while he waits for Angela and hopes she shows up before the food gets cold.]

Edited 2020-03-13 09:37 (UTC)

[It had seemed a simple enough idea. Buy a new bed for their room, because the idea of sleeping where Angela had slept was comforting, but the idea of doing anything else was...weird. Really weird. They'd kept that bed, of course, but the master bedroom needed something new. Something theirs. And they'd managed to find a decent enough bed at KRABBA for a low price (something about all the pirate accessories being missing? Not that that was a problem for them).

Getting a bed was simple, even deciding on a bed that blended their aesthetics was simple. The part that isn't so simple is the part they're on now: assembly. Pieces of wood, screws, bolts, connectors and rails litter the floor of the bedroom, and in the middle of it all sits Shouto, reading and rereading the pictorial instructions on assembly.]

I can't tell if these six screws are A or B...We should have 8--wait. Where's the rest??

[Maybe they should have called for help.]

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