[Despite Kamui's brimming confidence, it takes him some time to discover the ominous elevator that could take him down into the Lightless. It's a boring ride, but once those elevator doors open and reveal an entire bustling underground metropolis, Kamui has to silence his own gasp. Lunatia's underground is actually under the ground! He is surrounded by shady establishments, casinos, and battle arenas, and not a single inch of it is illuminated by the sun.
Kamui smiles wide. He lowers his parasol, closes it, and slides it into the sheath behind his back. He won't need it to walk around here.
When Bakugou descends himself, he won't have to take more than a step out of the elevator before being assailed by the sound of cheering. Right across the way is a food stall that has amassed a small crowd of gawking onlookers. Directly in front of the stall is a young man sporting a martial arts uniform and long, salmon-colored braid. He is devouring the stall's signature meat pies faster than they can prepare replacements, and he shows no signs of slowing.
[It's not the first time Katsuki descends to the Lightless to fight someone, and it probably won't be the last. He makes his way down with the comfortable wariness of someone who knows what can happen while down where the law doesn't give a shit.
Of all the things to expect though, even with Kamui's 'warning', he never thought that this would be what would meet him.
He just stares at the crowd, dumbfounded but not quite disbelieving what he's seeing. He's known some idiots. But he didn't think by eating his fill, Kamui meant literally eating every meat pie on this shitty level. After a second, he manages to snap out of it. If Kamui wants to risk getting sick, that's on him.]
HEY! PIGTAIL!
[He waits for the crowd's cheering to die down as they all glare at him. Some of them may even recognize him. He ignores everyone else, eyes on Kamui, as he walks up to grab one of the meat pies out from under him and take a bite out.]
How about instead of stuffing your face you fight a real opponent?
[Even as the crowd splits to allow Bakugou through, Kamui pays no mind. Clearly "pigtail" is someone else. Someone else who doesn't have an assembly line of meat pies to devour. It's not until Bakugou snatches his next dish that he earns the Yato's complete attention. Kamui watches the kid take a gaping bite of the stolen goods before pushing away from the stall's exchange counter.
He wipes the crumbs on the edge of his growing grin with his thumb and licks the digit clean.]
[Okay, the pies aren't bad. Katsuki could see why Kamui would eat so many, though he personally isn't about to make himself sick. Katsuki starts to grin, already thinking about all of the cool lines he could say-
And then Kamui goes and gets his name wrong and he slams his hands down on the counter, veins popping and eye twitching.]
[The poor stall shivers with the force of Katsuki's counter slap. Kamui, on the other hand, innocently cocks his head in that way only guilty people do.]
You can scream about it, or you can pound it into my head yourself.
[He growls, barely getting a handle on his rage. But, Kamui has a point. He wants to kick his ass. And get away from this crowd.]
Follow me. It ain't that far.
[He heads out of the area, and if he shoves some shoulders along the way, not his problem. He reaches a set of drums and jumps on one of them and starts climbing the rusted fence, letting himself go once clear.]
[Every disgruntled thug who turns to glare at Bakugou for shoving past them is met instead with Kamui's brilliantly smiling face and damaging grip. It's a leisurely stroll with no lasting obstacles. Not even a rusted fence is enough to keep them out, apparently. Kamui follows his leader's movements to a T and clears the fence with a lighthearted front flip.]
So does this count as breaking and entering? [He sing-songs without a care.] Nothing's broken yet, but that's definitely going to change when we get there.
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Kamui smiles wide. He lowers his parasol, closes it, and slides it into the sheath behind his back. He won't need it to walk around here.
When Bakugou descends himself, he won't have to take more than a step out of the elevator before being assailed by the sound of cheering. Right across the way is a food stall that has amassed a small crowd of gawking onlookers. Directly in front of the stall is a young man sporting a martial arts uniform and long, salmon-colored braid. He is devouring the stall's signature meat pies faster than they can prepare replacements, and he shows no signs of slowing.
This just might be Bakugou's dude.]
action; Sorry for the wait!
Of all the things to expect though, even with Kamui's 'warning', he never thought that this would be what would meet him.
He just stares at the crowd, dumbfounded but not quite disbelieving what he's seeing. He's known some idiots. But he didn't think by eating his fill, Kamui meant literally eating every meat pie on this shitty level. After a second, he manages to snap out of it. If Kamui wants to risk getting sick, that's on him.]
HEY! PIGTAIL!
[He waits for the crowd's cheering to die down as they all glare at him. Some of them may even recognize him. He ignores everyone else, eyes on Kamui, as he walks up to grab one of the meat pies out from under him and take a bite out.]
How about instead of stuffing your face you fight a real opponent?
no worries! hope everything went smoothly!
He wipes the crumbs on the edge of his growing grin with his thumb and licks the digit clean.]
You must be Boruto.
i died at that comment XD
And then Kamui goes and gets his name wrong and he slams his hands down on the counter, veins popping and eye twitching.]
IT'S BAKUGOU, YOU SALMON-HAIRED SIMPLETON!!!
haha, i'm glad!
You can scream about it, or you can pound it into my head yourself.
I'm full now anyway. Show me to the battlefield.
thank you!
[He growls, barely getting a handle on his rage. But, Kamui has a point. He wants to kick his ass. And get away from this crowd.]
Follow me. It ain't that far.
[He heads out of the area, and if he shoves some shoulders along the way, not his problem. He reaches a set of drums and jumps on one of them and starts climbing the rusted fence, letting himself go once clear.]
Hurry up, it's back here.
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So does this count as breaking and entering? [He sing-songs without a care.] Nothing's broken yet, but that's definitely going to change when we get there.