[ Given he has no real sense of ownership over the aforementioned bag and he understands what Katsuki's going for, Kirishima just lets it be taken. Also, there's a whole humanoid... thing? Person? Creature? That just came out of a ball that had expanded from palm-sized to a handful in short order. ]
Who... [ Kirishima corrects Bakugou - Quirks can make people look a whole number of ways where they're from, after all, though Kirishima's now wondering whether he's talking to an adult or a child. He gleans a steady sort of intelligence from the red eyes, which have both made a once-over accounting of them. ] Who are you?
[ The red eyes snap back up to Kirishima. He gets a split second to register a furrowed brow and a little smirk.
Then the thing leaps up and punches him right in the chest. Hard.
Maaaachop!!
Kirishima goes flying back off his feet with the incredible force of the blow, rolling ass over tea-kettle a couple of times through the sand towards the harbor. Altogether it's about three feet of pure air time and another four or so of rolling before he comes to a stop sitting on his butt. He wheezes, loudly, clutching his chest and staring at the creature. That fucking hurt - enough so he's not sure if a few ribs didn't pop. ]
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Who... [ Kirishima corrects Bakugou - Quirks can make people look a whole number of ways where they're from, after all, though Kirishima's now wondering whether he's talking to an adult or a child. He gleans a steady sort of intelligence from the red eyes, which have both made a once-over accounting of them. ] Who are you?
[ The red eyes snap back up to Kirishima. He gets a split second to register a furrowed brow and a little smirk.
Then the thing leaps up and punches him right in the chest. Hard.
Maaaachop!!
Kirishima goes flying back off his feet with the incredible force of the blow, rolling ass over tea-kettle a couple of times through the sand towards the harbor. Altogether it's about three feet of pure air time and another four or so of rolling before he comes to a stop sitting on his butt. He wheezes, loudly, clutching his chest and staring at the creature. That fucking hurt - enough so he's not sure if a few ribs didn't pop. ]