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[Game or not, he wants to make that clear. He's only here to satisfy is own petty sense of pride, after all. He's been forced to play nice and team up with enemies before, in an eerily similar situation even, but it wasn't until circumstances were dire, and he calculated it benefited himself and his own first and foremost. Some say the "enemy of my enemy is my friend" but for Chobe, it's more like "the enemy of my enemy is my next target."
He examines the gun once more before shrugging idly, tossing it aside and watching Bakugo take out a few more thugs without mercy. "What if" a hero cut loose? Sounds ideal to him! If any hero is so weak that they'd "snap" one day, they're doing everyone a favor revealing their true colors. Sounds a bit hypocritical given how much he's been egging Bakugo on to cut loose, but he doesn't think murder makes anyone more or less of a good guy. Some fuckers just need to die!
Like this next npc! He whirls, delivering a kick straight through their skull, shattering them. Feels a bit weird doing so with normal shoes on, but he'll get used to it.]
Surprise surprise, the guy that can create explosions isn't impressed with the metal canon that makes explosions. Ya don't know how good ya have it.
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[They're taking out these bastards together and each is gunning for the high score! He expects that to include an unspoken lack of backstabbing or sabotage. In that event, the "side" comment is completely valid! Targeting each other once the event is over is up to Chobe and Bakugo will respond accordingly. Not his fault the guy has an allergic reaction to being on a team up. Not that Bakugo's good with it either, usually preferring to deal with his shit himself. This is, as Chobe said, nothing more than satisfying pride and throwing down without getting other people involved or breaking the arcade.
Chobe may not have an issue with it, but so often villains are quick to protect their own lives despite having zero concern for taking the lives of others. He's seen murderers break and beg when a hero threatens, in pure rage, to kill them for their atrocities. And each time, the escape with their lives. The day a hero does "snap" and no longer abides by those morals so many villains ironically expect heroes to live under, there's going to be... problems.
Bakugo wonders what Chobe's response would be if his immortality were gone and his life was on the line. Probably fine. The guy "died" before before he was immortal, right?
He punts the gun off the ground once the man throws it away, sending it spinning through the air and bounces right off another gunman's head. A quick flurry of martial arts and acrobatics send three more opponents into the nearby windows and one into an old-fashioned phone booth.]
Careful. You're gonna sound jealous, Weed Grower.
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[Chobe would absolutely attack Bakugo if he felt it'd make the game more fun, or if he thought he could get away with a decent hit. As it is now 1) he doesn't want to set the living grenade off on a explosive rage fit and 2) ........he still doesn't know exactly how this room and his watch works. The door's still there, but the city's so realistic, it's easy to get turned around in. So, he's content just playing by the rules for now.
He gives a snort at that last remark. Weed? Well, yeah, apt. Jealous? No way. He's perfectly happy with his body and powers. And yeah, he's died before--twice even, going down fighting each time. He doesn't want to die, no, and that ferocity to live is part of what sparked his body to change in the first place. But when outmatched and on the verge of death, he'd never beg. Just do what he can, and take as many down with him as possible.
He covers an arm with a multitude of vines, creating something of a lashing cat o' ninetailes. He gives a smirk.]
Jealous? Nah. Wouldn't wanna risk blowin' my dick off every time I went to the bathroom.
[He assumes that's not actually an issue, but consider: he figures it'll piss off the hero. He's lived for a century now, but sometimes, his humor's as low and crude as any teenager's.
The vines surge forward, taking out a slew of thugs all at once in various vicious fashions. One lashes across a throat, creating a holographic spray of blood before the figure crumbles, another cuts them in half, one grabbed, lifted high and slammed hard into the concrete, etc etc. He's multitasking!]
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Okay, fuck the powerless part! He's shown his skill. KA-BOOM! Two more explosions erupt, sending a car flying through the air and crashing it right atop two opponents. There's definitely a touch of glee in his eyes at getting to be more destructive than normal. No one owns that car, there aren't real people dying, he can blast these bastards through the fucking windows and grab another one by the head before twisting himself around in an explosion-powered vortex and chucking him right into a wall! Shower of cubes!
Bakugo lands atop a lamppost, crouched in a balance as he catches Chobe's new armament.]
And I don't wanna risk carving mine up any time I jerk off with thorny hands!
[You wanna be petty? He can be petty too, dammit! Why do people always assume he's gonna blow his own dick up?! That's the fourth time someone in this shitty place made a mention of such a risk! And yes, he shouts about it every damn moment it comes up.
Red eyes narrow, muscles bunching in his shoulders and neck as caution seeps through his frame. Chobe's lashing up a group of enemies in one go, deliberately seeking fatal attacks and crippling tactics. Yeah, he knows how to fight. Really skilled with his powers too. Three different assaults in one arm swipe.] Why vines? Didn't kick the bucket next to a lake?
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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.]
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Bakugo doesn't even know what his snapping point would be. Forcing him to decide life or death between two people he cares about would likely result in a close result, if he didn't take the third option: kicking your fucking ass and removing both people from danger. All Might never killed anyone, though he came close with All for One. Almost punched the top of the villain's head clean off. S'why it looks like a nutsack now. In case Chobe ever hears Bakugo refer to "Old Nutsack Face" in the future.
Dropping from another vantage point, he pops an explosion under him, bouncing up a bit before landing easily. In time to watch Chobe meld a scythe of wood. An ashen blonde brow quirks upward in interest. No, he's pretty damn aware of how strong wood can be. That shit can shove its way through stone if you give it enough time. Tch, the program created some cowards. Where's the fun in seeing someone run away from a fight? Waste of time.]
My parents' Quirks combined. [There's his answer. Clipped and curt. Chobe's likely not gonna return the favor. Bakugo takes a new stance, legs braced and one arm in front of him, palm splayed open. He cups his other hand in front of it, fingers curved in an "o" tunnel, and concentrates his explosions within his palm. Glowing orange, yellow, white, before KABWHOOMN!! A beam-like explosion lances from his hand, sniping off enemies in long-range shots. It's no sniper rifle, but does a fair job at taking down enemies several feet away.]
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The fact that Bakugo has a legitimate answer as to why he can make explosions gives Chobe pause, completely caught off guard that there's actual reasoning beyond simply "god and magic bullshit." Truly a rarity. He watches as he makes a curious hand gesture and--now this fucker can make lasers?! It's not a true laser, of course, but it sure makes for more pinpoint enemy strikes without getting others caught in the blast. He grimaces slightly. . .what an annoyingly versatile power.
As he makes the most incredulous face, a thug taking shelter in a broken storefront rears his head, taking advantage of the distracted bandit. He raises this assault rifle, and then the sound of shots fill the area, unloading his magazine on Chobe. While they aren't real bullets, and even if they were Chobe could tank most of them, it's still fucking annoying to get hit by a spray of ammo, not to mention it looks amateurish. Chobe let's out a string of swears as he finally puts up a vine wall to block the assault. But his watch doesn't lie--those were a lot of hits. He's losing this round lol.]
--fucking hell! It's like being swarmed by insects!
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Someday he'll have to sit down and explain in curt summary what Quirks are, even if the truth and happening behind him is completely unknown asides from they suddenly manifested. Gods and magic bullshit could be as good an excuse as any until his world's able to figure out the actual cause for superhuman powers abruptly appearing in the world.
Anyways, enjoy the light show! Not technically a laser, but yeah. Takes more concentration than the rest of his arsenal given the focused point and straight shot compared to massive explosions and firing out rounds of smaller explosive bursts. Pretty good for punching through multiple layers of solid concrete. Would it help against Chobe? Hell no! Not unless he caught him by surprise from behind or above. And he'd just come back.
Rifle shot?! Bakugo whips round and drops, instantly evading as he searches for the source and Chobe's position. Even if he knows the simulation isn't capable of actual real damage (bruises and cuts, yes, but serious injury? nope!) he treats the practice as real as possible. And his mostly-immortal companion is getting paffed all over by cube bullets. Hey, they're still annoying as fuck! A wall of vines and Bakugo snorts at Chobe's own versatility.]
There's twenty-five more. [Bakugo launches himself over with a quick burst, then holds his hand out.] Make a hollow gourd.
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Back to the matter at hand, Chobe curses under his breath as he takes cover, leaning against the barrier of vines. He could just go all out, full vine assault, but the thought makes him sick. Using even a fraction of his full power on trash that isn't even real? Laughable, that's beneath him. Still, there's a reason he's fascinated by guns. Even if they can't kill him, they still fucking hurt. Good to know they just get deadlier and deadlier as years pass.
When Bakugo lands next to him, he scoffs, expecting some smart ass remark on how he left himself wide open (and to be fair, he did. Really, a rookie mistake). But instead, the hero's barking orders. Scowling, Chobe raises an eyebrow in suspicion. He'll do it, but his level of pride doesn't really make him a great team player.]
Don't tell me what to do, brat. You wanna see a trick that badly?
[He figures there's a reason for it, but the intent is lost on him for now. But he relents, holding out his palm. The skin splits as smaller, thick vines grow from it, twisting around each other until they form a palm-sized gourd, hollow as requested. He holds it over to Bakugo.]
What ya gonna do, make a fucking lantern?
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Look, Bakugo's not a good team player either, always demanding to be the leader (and having the skills to back up those demands) while treating others on his team as resources to manage and make the best use of. He's gotten better over the year, but it's not instinctive. Why spend the resources of two or three people when one person (him) can get the entire job done faster, easier, and more efficiently? Unless they can do something he can't. And even that's a struggle given his Quirk's versatility and his intelligence + adaptable nature.]
Shut up and make it. [Didn't ask for a damn commentary. Bakugo takes the gourd, not even making a face at the way vines grow from Chobe's hand. He's seen grosser. Instead, he presses the top against the plant-man's scythe tip and swiftly slices it off, leaving a small hole to the inside. Then inverts his free hand over it, middle finger pointed down into the opening. Clear liquid beads at the tip before dripping, dripping, leaking, then trickling inside. It's not a fast stream, he can't secret his sweat at the same rate as people can work up saliva. But within a few seconds, enough's collected in the gourd. Which he hands right back to Chobe.]
Better. Plug it up and throw it over the wall. Don't shake it.
[Here's your grenade, man.]
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But watching him squeeze out his hand to pump out explosive sweat? That's a first. But there's gotta be a more efficient process, he thinks. Sure, he'll naturally build it up pretty fast as he moves around, but it must be a pain for spur of the moment plans like this. . .
Well, thoughts for later. He holds his tongue over the clapback, still annoyed over being given orders. But as he rather not be blown apart in a simulator, he complies. Another vine takes back the homemade grenade, sealing the top and wrapping around it tightly so the sweat inside doesn't jostle. Then, like a crack of a whip, it's tossed over the wall, riiiight into the broken storefront. There's a faint clatter, and just barely a quip of an NPC going "What. . ."
Then boom. The force of which blows back against the wall, a few vines on the other taking the brunt of it and burning off. Glass and building bits fire off as well, and they can see the disintegrating colorful hologram cubes of the attackers scattered among the debris overhead. Chobe almost loses his footing, but then. . .just starts laughing. Look even he isn't so petty he can't appreciate a good demolition!! To think just a few beads of sweat was such an annoying menace for him before, a grenade full is just nasty. He cackles, slapping Bakugo on the shoulder.]
Alright, I'll concede, those were some nice fireworks! If those were flesh and blood people, you would have just fucking annihilated 'em! Hah!
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While Bakugo bristles about being given orders exactly the same as Chobe, there's a slight difference between ordering someone around and providing direction/instruction in a momentary team up situation. He silently notes how the man seals up the gourd's top-- impressive --and then braces himself for the resulting explosion. Whip crack toss. Can't see the landing, but a tinkle of glass says he soared it right through the damn window. Better how this fucking vine wall holds up because it's gonna be BIG!
SHIT!! He braces against the wall slightly, feeling it surge and quiver from heated impact. At max power, one Grenadier Bracer can level a building. A grenade like that likely destroyed the general "room" Chobe's target crouched in. There goes cubes, scattered all over in a censored smear of gore. Bakugo stands up while the madman beside him busts a gut. For some reason... and he doesn't want to think too hard about it... Chobe's laughter over it's kinda childishly cute.
Oof-!!] Don't hit me, Zombie! [Jeeze. What a pain in the ass. He clicks his tongue but doesn't try to smack him. But his scowl morphs into a semi-eerie grin over praising his power.] Of course it would have! That's the point!
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[Of course, he assumes Bakugo can't help but taking some pride in his skills, rather than reveling in the pg-rated massacre. It may be a smaller explosion to him, but it's still impressive to Chobe. A big payoff for such a small package.
He lowers the wall, the vines either withering or slinking back into exposed skin, and he fans away the smoke. That took out a good chunk of the thugs, but the last handful is still slinking around, regrouping. He warps his scythe, shrinking it and making it more akin to a sword blade attached to his arm. Now he can get close and personal while slicing heads off. Best of both worlds!!]
Heeeh. Whaddya say--all or nothin'? See who can take out the rest of these goons the fastest. 'Course, if yer tired from showin' off, I can clean up for ya.
[Technically, Chobe's bound to lose regardless due to all the hits he took. His tendency to just tank hits knowing his body will heal itself has come back to bite him. But he's not going to lose quietly, dangit.]
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Grit crunches underfoot as he turns and eyes Chobe's lowering wall. Damn, he can make some pretty big constructs with that. There goes the scythe, transforming into a forearm blade for good measure. Someone wants to get close range again. He really needs to figure out what these limits are! Most of the time Chobe's flora constructs remain attached to him despite taking larger shapes and covering wide areas. Pretty sure he can separate them from himself, but does he lose control of them once they're sliced? Do they get weaker? ... Not gonna ask right now, but it's something he's keeping in mind for later.]
Haa?! I'm barely breaking a sweat! Back off; I can handle the rest of these assholes on my own! [Rawr! Someone wants to be oh so impressive. Explosions burst and pop around his hand, other hand charging up another larger blast.] Just try to keep up with me.
[Bakugo only plans to take the killcount into consideration for who wins. Body hits are more a note for how he can improve. He faces their approaching foes, who appear to be moving towards them en masse, like an angry mob full of pitchforks and clubs. Well, in this case, upgraded to modern weaponry.] Don't lose too hard, Zombie!
[Ka-BOOM! Murder McMissile away.]
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["heard that before." An idea begins to worm itself into Chobe's head, that particular bit sticking out in particular. It'd be a gamble, he thinks, but hey, they're in a casino, right. . .? Well, he can try it later. No reason to ruin the game for now.
He sprints forward, gleefully gutting a man, dragging the blade through their simulated flesh, exiting through a shoulder. It's fun, but there's nothing that compares to actual meat and bone, blood spraying in your face. The blade vine sinks into is skin as he switches to just bare hands and punches another square in the face, beating them until they burst into pixels. Bakugo's assumptions are correct--Chobe isn't some kind of earth bender, he can't control the vines unless they are still connected to him in some way, even if that's just through a single root or vine. How far he can push this though? He'll have to find out another day.
He grabs the last thug near him, picking him up, and just doin' an old school neck snap on the guy. Gotta go with the classics. He frowns slightly--he kinda just wants to snap someone's neck for real now, but ah well. He wipes his hands, turning his attention to Bakugo's manic massacre.]
Careful, they might string ya up like a witch.
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[Keep poking away at him and see what happens! Bakugo's fully focused on clearing out the other combatants, bouncing from one explosion to the next. Completely upside down, one hand plastered right atop another opponent's head, and BOOM!! cubes all over the fucking place! Smoke trails after him as recoil forces him backwards, flipping once in the air before rocketing off in another angle.
Chobe's going strong over there; his scythe hasn't stopped swinging since he sprinted. Until he puts it away and switches to berserk tactics. Hand combat. For all those vines and plant powers, Bakugo gets the feeling the man was originally a close quarters brawler rather than someone with powers. His instinctive use of his arms and legs are evidence enough while he fights. But adaptable is written all over his movements. Stubborn when he wants to be, flexible when he feels like it. A dangerous person all around. Bakugo's learned a lot about Chobe, and it's only their second time "hanging out" together.
One final explosion and Bakugo emerges from the smoke, arms swinging by his side in a relaxed swagger compared to his more aggressive stalking hunch. Chobe got to witness the last of his raging bombing while the plant man snapped a neck. Hey, if that's how he wants to get his last point in, go for it. Bakugo went out with a bang!]
No one's left to string me up.
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Once the smoke clears, Chobe slow claps. Half sarcastic, half genuine, if casual. He's not gonna lie and say he wasn't entertained. And he's picked up quite a bit, not just about Bakugo, but the level of technology in this place. Coming from someone who didn't know what a television was a week ago, he feels like he's adapting pretty well.
He grins wide, surveying the chaos, satisfied.]
Hah! Color me surprised. Here I was convinced you were gonna have cry and whine for help. [He knows Bakugo would never, but he won't ever stop needling. He checks his watch--high score goes to Bakugo of course, but all Chobe can do can snicker.]
Huuuh, looks like you won. But if a weed could keep up with a comet, that means ya need to step up yer game for next time.
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Chobe did far more damage than Bakugo. But that's Chobe for you. It sucks because, bloodlust aside, Bakugo could see the guy using his powers to be a hero. But he made his decision, and comes from an entirely different kind of world.]
Hmph. [He'll take half the clap. Bakugo's victory two fold. He won their competition and he kept Chobe entertained without villainous craziness. Does he think it'll work every time? Hell no! But whenever it's good enough, is one less clash. If he ever finds the guy in here on his own, Bakugo's gonna be pretty impressed. He picks up quick.]
Haa?! That's bullshit and you know it. You'd piss yourself before I cried for help. [He'll never! Firing a barb right back because that's what they do now. At least Chobe didn't come in far behind him. Ignoring the subtraction for getting shot, their scores are close. Good. He'd be pissed if the man sucked bad enough to lag far behind.]
Don't change your comparison. [A kitten's now a comet, so a weed becomes...? Bakugo rolls his shoulder and tilts his head, sending a pop and a few cracks into the air.] Next time I'll plaster your score all over the ground.
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[Or both?? And perhaps a more apt comparison might be a redwood, but Chobe doesn't know what the fuck those are. That said, Bakugo's plan indeed works, the bandit thoroughly distracted and appetite for needless violence sated. For now, anyway. He's absolutely gonna go terrorize a couple others after this but hey, it ain't on Bakugo's watch, so it's all good.
He snorts at the assertion, sticking out his tongue like the oh so mature man he is.]
Real cocky of ya to think I'd play a kid's game again, buuuut. . .guess this place ain't all bad. Might even hit it up alone, if I'm bored.
[Less so to mutilate fake enemies; that part doesn't entice him. You can only learn and improve so much from killing off dummies, after all. No, the ability to reshape the room and conjure an illusion of practically any location is the real draw. He'll have to figure out its limitations later.]
So I'll concede to ya this time, hero. Though it does make me wonder how long you can get by on cheap distractions like this, too.
[Just how many npcs can Bakugo blow up before he gets bored. . .? Well, hundreds, if not thousands, probably. It's decent exercise, more so when made a competition, but ultimately a distraction is all it is.
Least it's fun though.]
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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.]
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[He's not wrong!! Look at him, donating some good villain lines for later. When the setting begins to dissolve and retract, once more Chobe startles slightly. Can't kill old habits in a day, he supposes. He's reminded how empty and white the room originally was, and how uncomfortable that felt. He'll have to mess with the controls himself later, or find a way to leave something on when folks aren't there. . .
Welp, problems for later. His tension eases, and he gives a light laugh.]
Why don't you conjure up what ya think the big bird looks like, and find different ways to tear 'em apart? Might do ya some good.
[It's a joke, but he wouldn't be surprised if the hero does have knowledge on how to incapacitate a giant peacock. Why not! This kid's got more pent up aggression than Chobe has ever had, and he's lived a century. It's impressive, honestly. He shakes his head, amused, and then starts making his way to the exit.]
If I feel like pissin' ya off, sure, I'll hit ya up. So long as you keep it interesting.
See ya around, Sparky.
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[Surprised that was Chobe's first time hearing it. Or even thinking it. Oh don't get him wrong; Bakugo's said some shit that'd make other heroes pause and look at him weird. Did a hero just threaten to splatter someone across the wall? Yep! Did he tell a shop owner to learn how to use a fucking shotgun to blow away thieves next time? Yep! Did he yell "DIE!!" at his opponent before nuking them with full force? YEP!! You know, there's this ranking in Bakugo's world called "Heroes that look like Villains"...
The room returns to its normal sterile white cell look and Bakugo heads for the door. It'll likely clean itself up before the next person arrives. Or the staff will. He's never hung around long enough after using it to watch. Better things to do.]
Tch. Maybe. [That's not a bad idea, even if it feels kinda stupid. Bad enough mood over something hotel-related petty and he might just do that.] It's probably designed not to show any actual trace of the damn thing.
[Someone might use to try for an advantage. And unfortunately, no, Bakugo has not fought a giant peacock before. He exits the door and steps to the side, letting Chobe come out, before shutting it. Then shoves his hands into his pockets and turns halfway to the left, intending to take his leave.]
Hmph. Don't bore me, Zombie.
Later.