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[ ooc ] pretending bakugou returned before they left for halloween fdlkjfsdkls

He doesn't usually have a problem with saying 'no'. It was easy to let those words slip from his sharp tongue, echo with passion and anger, laced with rage and frustrations. Rejection wasn't difficult. It was only when other things had to be accounted for, the aspects and motives that he had to calculate. It was annoying to have to so quickly consider loss and gain, annoying because part of him wanted to move on instinct as if he were a feral beast. Some must have thought it was a surprise that Bakugou was more of the calculating than the brash type. Usually when he jumped into situations on impulse, the adrenaline let his mind rush and flood through a series of thoughts and intentions, but it didn't always work out. He was the adaptive type, combat was all he knew. Sometimes it made him feel like a fish out of water when he did anything else, suffocating and struggling to survive, living in a realm he had not been destined for. His lips pressed together, wafting the familiar scent and remembering that the hellion was Luciferus. It wasn't hard to forget that the dragon had other forms, wondering if the male enjoyed the feeling of being large and intimidating that he was always in the form of a beast.

A vampire. He thought it was strange for the creature to want to dress up, not quite imagining that the Officer would ever do it but also realising that it was totally something the other would do. He was too calm, Bakugou thought, too family-friendly. He knew immediately that Lucifer planned on going trick or treating, not requiring any context to understand because the costume made it all too obvious. The ragdoll still stood on the same opinion about Halloween - he didn't care. He doesn't see a point in dressing up for the occasion, deciding that it was meaningless because he didn't like sweets. If he wanted to trick or egg someone's house, he would do so anyway. "Yo Lucifer, where're you goin'?" the Reaver asks coolly, striding towards the male. He feels less tense around the older male, it was likely because he was in a smaller form or perhaps it was because he realised Lucifer to be one giant, animated marshmallow. It didn't hurt to ask the creature where he was going too, it was important to keep tabs. "Y'know, if ya really wanted to get into the spirit of Halloween, ya could have just gone as yourself."

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Bakugou was as genuine as he could be and it extended to the way he presented himself. Even when meeting strangers at the border, he didn't like to act hospitable for the simple reason that he thought it was wrong to display a fake image of himself. It was stupid to think of himself being welcoming and polite only to slip back into his usual routine of snark and antisocial mannerisms. He'd like to think he had a similar point of view when it came to costumes or dressing up in general. He wanted to be as accurate of a reputation of himself as possible. Even then, he didn't find the idea of it to be fun at all. It seemed like something that would be miserable for him, reminding him too much of his human childhood where he wanted to play heroes, always hogging the best parts. He would prefer them to stay as memories rather than continue them now. It was too painful to think about it. The sensation of it ached, churning in his stomach, swelling like a balloon. There was always this guilt running in the back of his mind, his nostalgia towards his childhood that had seemingly been erased. Technically, he was no longer who he was because this was another life. The only one who was stopping him from moving on was himself.

He blinks, bewildered to see the pirate princess costume before noticing the sword she was holding. Although Goldenluxury was his superior, he would always view the bengal as someone younger than him, someone who needed to be looked after. "Oi, be careful with it," Bakugou replies to her, ears flattening against his skull. "I didn't make it expectin' it to be used as part of a costume. It could seriously hurt you." It was one of his best works and, to be honest, he was wondering why he even put the effort into it. He cared about the idea of perfecting the blade with his newfound earth elementals, ensuring the blade was sharp and gleaming, but he got carried away. He forgot that Goldenluxury was still, in all technicalities, a child. He didn't make her a toy but a real weapon. It seemed far too scary for the male to have just left the item in her paws. But before he could say anything else, Technopaw speaks up, turning around to see that the child was dressed as a pumpkin. Round, was all he could think. He frowns a little at her question only to be further pressured by Luciferus.

As much as he was interested in traveling to Sunhaven, today would not be the day. There was no way he would be dressing up to go trick or treating for candies he didn't even want, no way that he was going to go trick or treating without a costume. It simply didn't work out. "I'll pass," Bakugou responds, "Don't let me hold you back."