[A one-eyed eyebrow waggle. He can make more than lethal vines, and the brothels back home love him for it. It is fun exchanging jabs like this, mostly because Bakugo bristles and reacts like an angry cat. A cat strapped with explosives, but a cat nonetheless. Watching him perch up on the lamppost only further sells the mental image.
He doesn't mind that the hero's back to using the sparky hands. He's right, he's proven he can kill with his hands, knees, and feet like any good psychopath. And--oh there goes those guys getting crushed by a car. Hecking brutal. It does making him wonder. . .what would be Bakugo's snapping point? For that matter, what's the thread holding him back? It's certainly not one that will ever easily be severed, but with every attack, Chobe's more motivated to try.
His vines retract, this time merging into each other and creating something like a wooden scythe. Despite being made of plant material, it's just as sharp as any blade, and with a swift swing he cuts down two cowards who had enough sense in their programming to try and run off down the street. Nope, no mercy. He shrugs lightly at the question.]
Why the fuck do you sweat bombs? Just ended up that way, but I ain't complaining.
[Though Bakugo's not far off. He was thrown into a pit of magical, human sucking flowers meant to drain him dry to create immortality for others. No one could have predicted the plants merging with his resilient, slightly cannibalistic life force. Chobe still isn't exactly sure of all the details, but as he said, it doesn't matter. So long as he knows how his body works, and guards just how he can be killed? He accepts it as is.]
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[A one-eyed eyebrow waggle. He can make more than lethal vines, and the brothels back home love him for it. It is fun exchanging jabs like this, mostly because Bakugo bristles and reacts like an angry cat. A cat strapped with explosives, but a cat nonetheless. Watching him perch up on the lamppost only further sells the mental image.
He doesn't mind that the hero's back to using the sparky hands. He's right, he's proven he can kill with his hands, knees, and feet like any good psychopath. And--oh there goes those guys getting crushed by a car. Hecking brutal. It does making him wonder. . .what would be Bakugo's snapping point? For that matter, what's the thread holding him back? It's certainly not one that will ever easily be severed, but with every attack, Chobe's more motivated to try.
His vines retract, this time merging into each other and creating something like a wooden scythe. Despite being made of plant material, it's just as sharp as any blade, and with a swift swing he cuts down two cowards who had enough sense in their programming to try and run off down the street. Nope, no mercy. He shrugs lightly at the question.]
Why the fuck do you sweat bombs? Just ended up that way, but I ain't complaining.
[Though Bakugo's not far off. He was thrown into a pit of magical, human sucking flowers meant to drain him dry to create immortality for others. No one could have predicted the plants merging with his resilient, slightly cannibalistic life force. Chobe still isn't exactly sure of all the details, but as he said, it doesn't matter. So long as he knows how his body works, and guards just how he can be killed? He accepts it as is.]