MHA PICK ME

Bakugo: oh well *everyone saying 6 7*

*kidnaps Eri*

*Eri is now in a dark room with no windows and she can't see anything*

*throws Eri in the van*

*Yumi lets out a loud moan*

nah im a nocturnal Children

Even worse. *sighs deeply*

*grins* nocturnal children are way cooler though! *whispers* we get things done while others sleep

(Frowns) can i still murder someone if their name is yumi and they insulted my friend??

*Everyone looks at Yumi* That's... different, right? *Dabi shrugs* Ask Shigaraki.

Can i shiggy? (Looks over at shigaraki)

Yumi: You're a disgrace to all that is good and holy. You're a disgrace to all that is pure and innocent. You're a disgrace to all that is good and decent. You're a disgrace to all that is good and moral. You're a disgrace to all that is good and virtuous. You're a disgrace to all that is good and righteous. You're a disgrace to all that is good and just. You're a disgrace to all that is good and honest. You're a disgrace to all that is good and kind. You're a disgrace to all that is good and compassionate. You're a disgrace to all that is good and loving. You're a disgrace to all that is good and merciful. You're a disgrace to all that is good and forgiving. You're a disgrace to all that is good and understanding. You're a disgrace to all that is good and wise. You're a disgrace to all that is good and intelligent. You're a disgrace to all that is good and rational. You're a disgrace to all that is good and logical. You're a disgrace to all that is good and reasonable. You're a disgrace to all that is good and sensible. You're a disgrace to all that is good and practical. You're a disgrace to all that is good and realistic. You're a disgrace to all that is good and down-to

Kinich? As in the Ajaw-carrying, half-Natlanese... *Her grip tightens on the chains, pulling them closer* Tighnari: Arlecchino, please, we can explain everything! *The chains burn with crimson energy* Explain? Explain how my baby boy is- *stops mid-sentence* Wait. Ajaw?

*He rolls his eyes* Style? You call those mismatched gloves style? *A distant explosion echoes from Fontaine* Speaking of trouble... *grins* Think Arlecchino's still mad?

*Peers back toward Fontaine* Nah, she's probably just... *Another explosion* ...okay maybe a little mad

*He sighs* We should probably-