[Hands and arms tighten around his neck and shoulders, holding on as Bakugo pushes himself out of the chair and too his feet. Guh, this is awkward and clumsy at best, having a grown man clinging to his front. He wants to "stay right here" and the blonde wants to "get the fuck off" at least until they're someplace privater. Does he expect him to walk like this the entire way?!]
Not in the middle of the fucking casino. [Grumbled into the air as he makes to tug Kizuna's legs off from his hip. Compromise. He'll let him keep a hold of his neck or arm, looped over him, but you're gonna be walking on your damn own. It's not even a far walk! Honestly carrying him bridal style or piggyback would've been less embarrassing than a face-first koala cling.
Kizuna's no doubt gonna feel a shudder ripple down Bakugo's spine when he traces his hand and fingers up his neck. Legs on the floor or not, the blonde heads for the rooms in the back, growling under his breath and muscles flexing to keep them both going.] You're gonna be on fire if you trip me up.
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Not in the middle of the fucking casino. [Grumbled into the air as he makes to tug Kizuna's legs off from his hip. Compromise. He'll let him keep a hold of his neck or arm, looped over him, but you're gonna be walking on your damn own. It's not even a far walk! Honestly carrying him bridal style or piggyback would've been less embarrassing than a face-first koala cling.
Kizuna's no doubt gonna feel a shudder ripple down Bakugo's spine when he traces his hand and fingers up his neck. Legs on the floor or not, the blonde heads for the rooms in the back, growling under his breath and muscles flexing to keep them both going.] You're gonna be on fire if you trip me up.