I ain't tryin' to scold ya, kid. Walkin' someone home shoulda been a cake walk for ya.
[No use rubbing salt in the wound and it seemed pretty obvious Bakugo was torn up about it.]
No one coulda predicted the forkin' bloodsuckers. Tried to take me while I was down but them yellow bellied shirtbags found out the hard way just what kinda blood is runnin' through my veins. I got lucky, I'm sorry you didn't.
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[No use rubbing salt in the wound and it seemed pretty obvious Bakugo was torn up about it.]
No one coulda predicted the forkin' bloodsuckers. Tried to take me while I was down but them yellow bellied shirtbags found out the hard way just what kinda blood is runnin' through my veins. I got lucky, I'm sorry you didn't.
Is there anythin' I can do?