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[You know the song 99 bottles of beer on the wall? Well, they seem to all have been drunk and the empties rearranged into a table top bowling alley in the Fairy Haven. Because that's safe. Smoker looks miserable, but it's Smoker, who would know?] I haven't been this wasted since my academy days. Not because I drank this much then, I got it into my head to try making my own cigars. Big mistake.

[Meanwhile, Aizawa tries to roll an empty bottle from one end of the table to the other where the bottles stood like bowling pins. It doesn't even make it half way through, instead it rolls off one side of the table. He bursts out laughing when Smoker talked. Aizawa looked so cheeky and grinned.]
You forgot to light it first, dumbass.
[He was gone.]

No, but what I wound up smoking wasn't tobacco. Not sure what it was... Probably don't want to know.

[Aizawa:] ... that was my scarf. You smoked metal alloy... how?

[Smoker doesn't seem perturbed.] Oops.
Moku moku no mi. My world equivalent of your world's quirks. Don't worry, it's right here! [Tickles Aizawa with smoke tentacles shaped like a scarf. Yes.]

[Aizawa? Ticklish? No way he is... oh no, he's laughing obnoxiously. Mic would kill for this. He falls off the screen still laughing. Oh hey, there's a sound of a crash]
Why-- [He's still laughing.]I can't-- PFF dammit stop that!

[Which then crashes the video and turns it off. OTA action at Fairy Haven and video responses might be from either when they figure it out.]

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[He felt that one, enough to knock him off the chair. He is just going to lay on the floor for a a moment. He's going to feel a lot of pain in the morning.]

[That punch collided, and he hears the chair fall, assuming Aizawa fell or stumbled.

He stands there in silence, his shoulders tremoring.]

Clean yourself up and then think about all the stupid shit you've spewed today.

[Bakugou's punches didn't hurt much, but it sure as hell stung. It left his bottom lip cut. Aizawa picked himself upright, and sat there in silent. His fingers ran over his head. It was a thing when he felt conflicted or nervous. He didn't say anything, just took a deep breath there and sighed.]

So you're quiet now? What the fuck, you wouldn't shut up before?

Well? [He doesn't care what he hits, he swipes at the counter, knocking several glasses over.]

FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!

The hell you want me to say?

[His mumble was audible as he picking himself up.]

Punch the nose if you want a clear face shot? About the mess? Or maybe I should ask you questions. Like.... felt any changes?

[At this point, he was holding his head up, staggering until he leaned on the counter.]

Preferably before I pass out.

Want to be more specific or are you too full of shit to form coherent fucking sentences? [He sneers.]

I don't care what you do or say. But you have a lot of shit you're going to regret tomorrow and you hate talking to the public. So don't fucking come crying to me when you wake up...

[Sighs.]

Nah.

I'm not Mic. Whatever, fine. I'm tapping out. I got workout in the morning anyway.

That's what I like about you kid, just tell it how it is.

[He starts walking, trying to walk straight. Hope he's going the right direction.]

Stop walking. [He rolls his eyes, using the counter to guide him in his direction and reaching for his sleeve.] You sound like you're about to pass out. Let's just go.

I am walking. [He stops anyway until he feels a tug from his sleeve, and continues on.] He drank more than me, and he's still going.

[Was that the sound of a bitter defeat?]

One more. [He reaches for a glass.]

That's my quirk. Don't try to keep even with me. You're like half my size.

I've taken down guys three times your size. With a scarf.

I smoked your scarf.

[Smoker. No.]

Try it again.

[Logically, he say something on the line of, 'let's go outside' buuuuuut... drunk!Aizawa is more irrational and well... He shakes off Bakugou, tosses and extends a scarf out. Scarf power away!]

[OKAY.]

[Tickles Aizawa again :|]

[In front of your not!son.]

[You fucking asked for it.]

[OK, now he's pissed, so he just...starts smashing shit.]

[Smoker stops instantly, glances to Aizawa for permission, and gently picks Bakugo up in smoke tendrils. Preventing anything from being smashed and Bakugo could rage at the smoke all he wanted and it wouldn't do a thing to Smoker.]

Hey. Chill out. We're not disrespecting you, brat.

[He probably did asked for it. Why is he ticklish? He just snickers trying not to bust out laughing too much this time. He even holds himself.

He gives the silent 'ok' to Smoker to do his thing. Can he breathe again? Thanks Smoker, he needed that.]

Next time, immobilize me with the cloud instead.

[No tickles!!]

Let go- [He grunts out, the sensation of suddenly being in the air, ungrounded, with no idea where he is too much. Of course he's going to thrash and fight and do whatever he can to free himself. He dislikes being captive enough when he can see, and this is much worse.]

No, you could just turn off my smoke then.

Brat, you can get out when you calm down. And not before. I can wait.

Stand down Katsuki.

[Looks like he was going to say something to Smoker, but he just turns away. What he said is true, but maybe there was more to it. He just kept his mouth shut about his quirk.]

Tch. You two are loud.

You have a shitty way of trying to calm someone down. [He hisses, his chest hammering. It's dark, and he can't find the ground, he's trapped and it makes him sick. He's always being trapped on fucking way or another. He grabs onto his arm and starts digging his nails in to draw blood just so that he can do something.]

Oi.

[Annoyed growl at the blood drawing and sets him down. CAREFULLY.]

[And snorts.] Works better outside, but I don't usually care how riled up pirates get.

[Okay, Aizawa is studying Bakugou cause he's a little more to the edge than normal, even without his quirk, and tearing himself. So why...]

I said sta--.

[Oh no, he gags a little holding his head up, covering his mouth preventing himself from vomiting. He starts walking away, maybe to the nearest bathroom.]

Hold that thought.

[He muffles from his covered mouth. Give him five minutes. Maybe ten.]

[He reels when he hits the ground, but he's free now. He can just

Oh that's fucking disgusting.]

Don't get it all over the floor. Gross.

[UGH IF HE HAD AN APPETITE IT'S GONE NOW. he just sits at the bar, leaning over the counter and brooding.]

I want melon juice.

What are you, six?

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