[Does he have to explain how a machine's programmed as well?! Not gonna happen right now. He's focused on kicking the game's ass and winning that sweet high score! Bakugo's already well aware this guy's a dangerous ass frat boy, but there's something kinda cool about him at the same time. When he's not being a moron. Then again, when you're almost-immortal, you can afford to be reckless and stupid.
HA! Yeah well, the lighter thing could be a problem? But what Bakugo hasn't told Chobe is that his sweat glands on his palm are just as capable of producing normal sweat as they are his explosive sweat. Hell, one of his techniques is to coat his explosive sweat with layers of normal sweat and then leave it somewhere in hopes they'll be ignited later by an outside source. (It's what he did to Chobe during their first fight.) So there's no risk of accidentally blowing something up.]
I'll hit you before I hit myself. [So fucking tempting to "oops" and nail Chobe right in his stupid balls. With a final flurry, Bakugo finishes out the course and slap the last one on the tail end. Colors and sparks fly across the screen and his score tallies up. HA! First place. Time to spit out tickets from below, which he gathers up, tears off, and pockets after folding them into a block]
Your turn. [Bakugo steps to the side and gestures with his head for Chobe to step up.] Don't give me any shit excuses either.
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[Does he have to explain how a machine's programmed as well?! Not gonna happen right now. He's focused on kicking the game's ass and winning that sweet high score! Bakugo's already well aware this guy's a dangerous ass frat boy, but there's something kinda cool about him at the same time. When he's not being a moron. Then again, when you're almost-immortal, you can afford to be reckless and stupid.
HA! Yeah well, the lighter thing could be a problem? But what Bakugo hasn't told Chobe is that his sweat glands on his palm are just as capable of producing normal sweat as they are his explosive sweat. Hell, one of his techniques is to coat his explosive sweat with layers of normal sweat and then leave it somewhere in hopes they'll be ignited later by an outside source. (It's what he did to Chobe during their first fight.) So there's no risk of accidentally blowing something up.]
I'll hit you before I hit myself. [So fucking tempting to "oops" and nail Chobe right in his stupid balls. With a final flurry, Bakugo finishes out the course and slap the last one on the tail end. Colors and sparks fly across the screen and his score tallies up. HA! First place. Time to spit out tickets from below, which he gathers up, tears off, and pockets after folding them into a block]
Your turn. [Bakugo steps to the side and gestures with his head for Chobe to step up.] Don't give me any shit excuses either.