Thanks, but I'm not that drunk! [Okay, sure, some people can sound this coherent while too smashed to walk, but Yunlan isn't one of them. He's in pain, here. Have pity.

All right, maybe pity is too much to ask for when this guy's already willing to drag him back to Bakugou's temple. He'll just take the help and lean, though at least he's managing to walk just fine when it's not asking too much of his poor aching guts.]

I've just got a weak stomach, apparently. It'd be real fucking useful if we didn't have to find this shit out the hard way.

[On the plus side: now he knows? On the minus side he doesn't like the idea of having to take proper care with his diet despite being dead. Talk about a waste of effort.]