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[bombingking]

There's no voicemail message because he doesn't wanna talk to any of you jerks... But please bother him anyway!

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[birdfeed]

[ the door knocks vigorously at bakugou’s residence, and if not answered— it’l grow louder and faster until a voice bellows from outside: postal service!! wearing his bright orange work vest with pride (and sweating from head to toe, he’s been running all day), he calls out again: ]

I have a survey for this address?! [ . . . ] I can’t leave until you do it!

[ those are the rules! so you’ll have your own voice twin knocking and screaming until you open up ]

[bombingking]

GO THE FUCK AWAY! NO ONE WANTS TO ANSWER YOUR SHITTY SURVEY!

[Screaming out the window. You know, as one does.]

[birdfeed]

[ oh— there you are!! nishinoya perks and stares up at the window, then yelling back: ]

IT’S NOT MINE!!

[ and so begins— the woodpecker knock. he knock knock knock knock and doesn’t plan to stop until . . . he actually does. to look back up again.

wait a minute. ]

— Spunky?!

[bombingking]

...

[Wait does he...

know this guy.]

...Who're you again?

[birdfeed]

It’s Noya!!

[ he’s practically bouncing up and down with excitement, but nothing deters his yelling. ]

You suplexed that fairy zombie, remember?! And I shocked it!!

[bombingking]

...

...

[This guy is loud. (hypocrite).]

Not at all.

[birdfeed]

[ no way . . . no way no way?! noya cups his hands over his mouth: ]

Did you forget?!

[ someone nearby yells out their window: shut your trap lad!! ]

[bombingking]

God!

[STOP SCREAMING.]

No, I didn't fucking forget! I just want you to go the hell away!

[birdfeed]

[ he didn’t forget, that’s a relief!! all he needed was a kickstart, then.

but he’ll keep screaming. ]

You need to do the survey for that!

[bombingking]

No!

Fuck off!

[Woah is there... something he can throw at this dipshit? Kinda checking around the room.]