(Give him some time and later, Bakugo will hear a tap tap tapping at the door. There will be three white hummingbirds on the ground, a plastic shopping bag with sports drinks, water, and miscellaneous baked goods from one of the hotel buffets for the two of them. It's a care-slash-apology package.)
[Bakugo glances at the door, half-expecting to see Tsurumaru behind the panel when he opens it. But instead it's just the humming bird drones that seem to be pretty popular with people. He's never gotten one, mostly because...
Anyways, he's taking the bag of food.]
I'll treat you the next time we eat together.
[He accepts the bag, but is still gonna pay Tsurumaru back regardless.]
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[Here, have the room number.]
How bad did you get fucked up?
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From the alcohol?
I don't remember. ⭐
(He does.)
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Anyways, he's taking the bag of food.]
I'll treat you the next time we eat together.
[He accepts the bag, but is still gonna pay Tsurumaru back regardless.]
I meant the fucking worm.
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Are you worried about me?
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[Well he was but someone had to point it out.]
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(He is not. He's definitely tired. After they leave Vegas, he'll take a long hot bath and sleep.)
There's no reason to worry, Bakkun.