[What kind of violence is the clincher. Yeah, Bakugo was pretty sure the guy wouldn't know what a redwood, or a missile, was. He doesn't chase the topic. And while he might otherwise challenge Chobe to a second round, he's aware his trek's reached the end. Bastard has a patience limit and like hell is Bakugo going to come off as a begging or clingy to anyone. He can't stop Chobe from being a violent piece of shit to other people all the time, but... he can sour grape a compromise over the hotel getting damaged because it swallowed a problem child.
Bakugo promptly flicks Chobe's tongue with his middle finger. Keep that in there unless you're gonna use it, Zombie.]
Shut up. You wouldn't have made those faces if it was a kid's game. [Chobe genuinely enjoyed himself. He's not going to find this kind of setup out in the hotel. Thugs aren't running around attacking people. Snipers don't sit in the rafters. Organized crime won't put bounties on his head. For someone who loves chaos, there's not a lot out in the hotel.]
Do what you want with it. You know how to work the controls. [At least for a beginner. Bakugo walks to the panel and keys in a few more commands on its surface. Similar construction happens in reverse, buildings sliding into walls, lampposts breaking down into vanishing cubes, the skyline rushing towards them as the back wall surges into proper placement.]
I'll get by on it until I get the chance to rip this fucking bird apart with my own damn hands. [All of this is practice for taking out the Golden Peacock. From beating up monsters to taking out henchmen to maneuvering through changing landscape. Bakugo refuses to let any of his skills go soft in this stupid golden cage.] Unless you're gonna try to give me a challenge in here.
[Yeah, that's an invitation to spar or fight in the future.]
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[What kind of violence is the clincher. Yeah, Bakugo was pretty sure the guy wouldn't know what a redwood, or a missile, was. He doesn't chase the topic. And while he might otherwise challenge Chobe to a second round, he's aware his trek's reached the end. Bastard has a patience limit and like hell is Bakugo going to come off as a begging or clingy to anyone. He can't stop Chobe from being a violent piece of shit to other people all the time, but... he can sour grape a compromise over the hotel getting damaged because it swallowed a problem child.
Bakugo promptly flicks Chobe's tongue with his middle finger. Keep that in there unless you're gonna use it, Zombie.]
Shut up. You wouldn't have made those faces if it was a kid's game. [Chobe genuinely enjoyed himself. He's not going to find this kind of setup out in the hotel. Thugs aren't running around attacking people. Snipers don't sit in the rafters. Organized crime won't put bounties on his head. For someone who loves chaos, there's not a lot out in the hotel.]
Do what you want with it. You know how to work the controls. [At least for a beginner. Bakugo walks to the panel and keys in a few more commands on its surface. Similar construction happens in reverse, buildings sliding into walls, lampposts breaking down into vanishing cubes, the skyline rushing towards them as the back wall surges into proper placement.]
I'll get by on it until I get the chance to rip this fucking bird apart with my own damn hands. [All of this is practice for taking out the Golden Peacock. From beating up monsters to taking out henchmen to maneuvering through changing landscape. Bakugo refuses to let any of his skills go soft in this stupid golden cage.] Unless you're gonna try to give me a challenge in here.
[Yeah, that's an invitation to spar or fight in the future.]