[Bakugo Chobe is starting to think mayhaps he needs to talk through this 'trapped in a cage' syndrome. Of course, he's been stuck at the casino far longer than Chobe--it's almost funny to think that the hardened killer is currently the more hopeful between the two. In reality Chobe's just a stubborn asshole, who's mantra is to tear down and break apart, rebuild yourself in whatever image you need to be. Adapt. This place? Just another he needs to mold himself into until an opportunity to escape arises.
He hangs back a bit, almost unconvinced the kid will go for it, but color him surprised. He knew the guy was fast and reflexive, but it's another thing to see it applied to actual "people." Even if they're fake, they still move and behave like flesh and blood, so it's satisfying enough to see. The hero could do some real damage if he truly ever wanted to. . .what holds him back? Chobe snorts to himself. Maybe it's simply the blessing of living in a more peaceful time, even if everyone in this so called "quirky" world might be a freak.
Hearing the shots fired, Chobe's vine whips out, disarming a thug and zipping back with the weapon for the bandit to use. Yoink! He's seen guns before--mostly old timey pistols and revolvers, but never used one himself. And this one's far fancier! Welp, time to learn on the fly. One shot, two shots, he shoots one man in the gut, and another bastard meets an accidental headshot...just as it whizzes by Bakugo's spiky hair. Oops! At least it missed? Chobe lets out a cackle, shaking out his shoulder]
Hooooh, always wanted to try one of these! Neat, but kinda impersonal, yeah? Hands on is definitely the best approach. You'd say so too, yeah? Looks like ya ain't as much of a softie as I thought, so long as ya don't think they're human~!
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He hangs back a bit, almost unconvinced the kid will go for it, but color him surprised. He knew the guy was fast and reflexive, but it's another thing to see it applied to actual "people." Even if they're fake, they still move and behave like flesh and blood, so it's satisfying enough to see. The hero could do some real damage if he truly ever wanted to. . .what holds him back? Chobe snorts to himself. Maybe it's simply the blessing of living in a more peaceful time, even if everyone in this so called "quirky" world might be a freak.
Hearing the shots fired, Chobe's vine whips out, disarming a thug and zipping back with the weapon for the bandit to use. Yoink! He's seen guns before--mostly old timey pistols and revolvers, but never used one himself. And this one's far fancier! Welp, time to learn on the fly. One shot, two shots, he shoots one man in the gut, and another bastard meets an accidental headshot...just as it whizzes by Bakugo's spiky hair. Oops! At least it missed? Chobe lets out a cackle, shaking out his shoulder]
Hooooh, always wanted to try one of these! Neat, but kinda impersonal, yeah? Hands on is definitely the best approach. You'd say so too, yeah? Looks like ya ain't as much of a softie as I thought, so long as ya don't think they're human~!