[At least he played once. Better than then clashing in the middle of the arcade and blowing everything up with a cacophony of explosions and vines. Bakugo isn't here to force Chobe down one path or another (blatant crime in his face notwithstanding) but if he shows him that path and the man chooses to say "fuck off" towards it, all the blame's on him. At the very least he's still responding to taunting. Bakugo can get behind the petty gestures and words.]

What?! Hell no! I'm not making "friends" in this shithole! [The dreaded f-word thrown at him by a punk! How dare he! Takes more than a few interactions to even remotely suggest such a thing!

"Allies" are what he prefers to call them, even though Chobe's not wrong. He has a few, uh... not!friends in the resort. Though only two of them ever occasionally join him in the arcade. It's fine. He gets along well enough, and he's the lone wolf type anyways.]

Che, bullshit and you know it. [The man's not the kind to give up so easily if he's intent on something. Bakugo crosses the arcade again, this time aiming for what looks like a soccer net and tiny patch of turf. He doesn't step up though, instead pausing nearby. Dragging Chobe around the arcade's not necessary.]

Are you sticking with me here or do you wanna hit another area? [Food court for a meal, Talon or Beak for training, shopping district for something stupid and potentially getting into another fight. At least he's making the offer!]