[Sorry bud, Chobe's chatty and "friendly" as far as villains go, but his trust runs about as deep as a puddle of flat coke. Let folks know what you're about, but never show your full hand and all that.

He did notice Bakugo watching though, which shouldn't be weird. . .he was doing the same, after all. It is somewhat of a reassurance to have eyes on him. For as much power as he boasts, he's always had someone covering his back, and him their front. Probably the reason he's so reluctant to partake in harmless recreation without some sort of threat display beforehand, but eh. . .he doesn't need to get into that.

He snatches up the tickets, looking them over. Just little pieces of paper. No matter how far humans advance, paper's always a reliable currency, eh? He then snorts, offering them to the hero.]

Nah, you keep 'em. Then you can say we're even for real.

[Are the tickets the same value as the outfit Bakugo got him? Probably not, but it's the thought that counts, right? Maybe? Mostly he simply doesn't trust the gesture, even if he's the one that won them.]

Fun little game, especially for a sweaty little bastard like you. Don't get your hopes up on me becoming your flailing limb dance partner though.