Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[blazeit]

[ This time, he feels somewhat... differently about things from before. He's still angry, sure, but there's a bit of emptiness beside it. He's not really interested in being sad right now, he's interested in...

Drawing a bunch of unnecessary crap in a letter address to the Conductor, apparently. We're not just talking "haha I drew a dick on your math textbook!" level of unnecessary, there appears to be a very detailed fantasy of Bakugou positively reaming the hell out of the poor Conductor (who is represented as a shadowy, nondescript figure). His level of ability when it comes to drawing is not high, but he is at least slightly above stick figures. He isn't morbid, though, so there's a distinct lack of blood and broken bones in his comic strip (maybe he's just not good enough at drawing?), it's more just. Him, in his hero costume. Punching the Conductor repeatedly.

There are also randomly dicks here and there because he's now about 90% sure that the Conductor is made mega uncomfortable by the dick pics. God, he's so mature.

He has a bunch of extra pieces of paper, so somebody else should use them for a higher cause before he sacrifices all of them to this wayward project... ]

[withabigsmile]

[...Blue is absolutely above the maturity level required to draw dicks at the conductor!

...

...

No. No she is not. She is absolutely sitting down, grabbing some paper, and helping him draw some dicks for the conductor because apparently this is just what her life's become at this point.]

[oftheland]

[...]

...well, it's a little crude, but I can't say I don't share the sentiment. I really do have to wonder how much he'll put up with, admittedly...

[zomgboom]

[looks at the drawings. sits down next to him.]

I already sent him a bunch like that.