Sometimes he wonders what to do with his free time after the contracts.

Explosive bullets. He wonders if he can get his hands on those.

"Fuck."

"Maybe I should bring back hot headed me again." And there he goes, punching himself in the face repeatedly but it doesn't seem to piss him off. "Well shit, now I got a bruise."

//Who knew this bloody thing would get my Bakugo muse back. Well not completely but it's something. youtube.com/watch?v=Kjsr72… Before you ask, yes, I listened to the whole thing.

He walks up to the reader, hands in his pockets. "Oi."

He's considering trying to smoke. Not yet decided though.

A sip of coffee, in celebration to making people forget about him in just weeks.

//Interactions be like drop chances in games

He seems to be calling out to the reader. "Oi, you got a bit of time?"

//Welp at this point I might as well just take a break from twitter, not like it'll make a difference. Might just leave this here to rot.

//Yeah it won't bother anyone or anything. Ciao Twitter.

//I'm still alive

//Even though it really doesn't bat anyone's eye. Just thought I should find myself again. I'll get back to getting ideas.

He's alive. For some reason.

//No.

//Dork.

//No.