[He'll pound HIM into the floor!! No wait, they're still standing. Heck. Chobe's mind isn't working, clouded by the adrenaline and pleasure swirling within him. He doesn't even protest when Bakugo grabs his hair again, obediently rolling his head closer. There's a string of curses he'd like to blurt out, damn punk ass egging him on to even end up in this scenario, but he can't get any of it out. Besides, technically he started it. He doesn't need the hero pointing out his hypocrisy.
Nah, instead he's locked in, if he's gonna lose he's gonna make sure it feels good to lose. Even when that cum oozes over his fingers, he pays it no mind, using it to glide down that throbbing shaft once more. Then, feeling that ass quiver around him--Chobe's at his limit.
One last thrust, forceful, enough to nearly throw the hero's hips at the shelf, and Chobe's finally granted release. Rather than shouting though, it's met with one last bite of Bakugo's neck. Flesh works just as well as a gag, it turns out, just can't help it. His breath hisses as his pleasure spills out inside him, and he mutters something, near inaudible as he's clamped on to his skin.
[He picked the fucking shelves this time! Floor next time and HE'LL be the one on top! Can't even get his own brain around his leg to try and trip him. Everything's swarming with pleasure pleasure pleasure pounding into his flesh every time Chobe slams balls deep inside. Fingers buried in his hair, wanting to get his head over his shoulder and tear into his mouth again with more brutal kisses, he isn't able to force that desire to life. Stuck clinging to his head as his body winds tighter and tighter, like a wire coiling with each heady slap.
Hard and leaking becomes turgid and twitching, stretching his hole even more as Chobe thickens in his depths. Fucking bastard's even bigger! Bakugo rams his head into his shoulder, choking out a shout and grunt melded together between his teeth. Grit hard enough to hurt, he wants to keep it in-- and completely fails, yelling into the air as Chobe finally comes inside him. Complete with those damn teeth crunching into his neck again.
Same time, same fucking time, heat bursts into him and out of him simultaneously. White streaks splatter the shelves in hot lines, abs hardening in rhythmic clenches as his balls draw up and churn with each heady spurt. You win travels through his nape rather than his ears, and he's gonna deny his victory as soon as his brain stops shooting out of his dick and landing all over the stupid shelves in glazing lines and drooling over Chobe's fingers as his orgasm slowly begins to die down.
[So contrary, even at this point. Teeth release Bakugo's skin as he comes down from the high, panting being replaced with breathy laughs. His body sighs against the hero's as he finally slides his dick out, as messy as his hand is right now.]
You know you're way too loud, yeah? No restraint at all.
[Says the guy that claims he lost. Not that he minds the enthusiasm in the least, though. Everything riles this guy up, it's as endearing as it is funny. And even if he perceives it as a loss, Chobe doesn't actually care that much. The point is fun and indulgence, so he'll count it as a success. Maybe Bakugo isn't as much of a prude as he thought. . .though he got so caught up, he forgot about the leash. What a shame.
He brings that pleasure covered hand up, tasting Bakugo's essence with a lick of his fingers.]
[Guh. He drops his head against he shelf as soon as Chobe's teeth pull from his skin. Feels like he chunked out a damn vertebrae; all strength to hold his head up's gone for a few seconds. Only a throbbing pain in his nape in exactly the same shape as the man's fucking jaws. He's gonna be wearing that for several days.
As soon as he feels Chobe start to pull out of him, Bakugo finds a well of strength, swings his hand back, and claps him right on the ass before yanking him forward, keeping him from tugging free for several more second. Bastard, who the hell said he was ready for him to pull out just yet?
Sucks he can't hold him too long and eventually he slides out with a wet noise and drips.]
Don't make me fucking choke you with this.
[And gives a few haphazard "toing toing" tugs on Chobe's leash of pure petulance. Bakugo slowly gathers his strength again, fingers gripping the shelves and pulling himself back to a proper stand. He's not taking it as a "win" since he came at the same time as Chobe. All that means is he has to fuck him again another time and get him to decisively come first!
Hey! He used the leash a few times, tugging Chobe over his shoulder to demand a kiss or pulling him closer. Not much he can do with it when the guy's flush up against his back railing him from behind...]
[alkdjfdaf he can't help but tense up when Bakugo grabs his ass. He can fucking go again if he wanted, punk!! He almost takes that as an invitation before Bakugo's strength gives way and releases him. Amazing how he can summon the energy to be so damn demanding, if only for a few seconds. As fun as that was, it's not lost on Chobe just how fucking strong Bakugo is, and that energy can be dangerous outside of a quick fuck session.
He snorts lightly at the half hearted leash tugs. Petty bitch.]
Such dirty talk! Ya know that won't kill me, it'd just turn me on again.
[Honestly a proper strangle might make him pass out for a bit, but details. He pokes at Bakugo's cheeks, fingers still sticky and wet as a tease as he finally steps back, careful not to trip over his pants. ]
And that implies you ain't hot shit all the way through. Didn't think you were that humble!
[And you think he can't, bastard?! He was seriously tempted to try for it, but his body told him to slow the fuck down for a second. If only to change their location so he isn't being driven into a bunch of fucking metal again. Bakugo catches his breath, swallows, tongue tracing across his lips between his teeth. Recovering himself as his body slowly comes down from the high of his orgasm. Damn, Chobe's still able to go again. This grassy asshole's strong. Probably a good thing their trysts are turning more sexual rather than going at each other power versus power.
Even if he can't deny the guy's hella fun to fight. A regrowing punching bag! What's not to like?]
I never said I was gonna kill you! [What wuss thinks a single choke's fatal to anyone?] Pervy weirdo.
[He wonders if he could strangle Chobe into unconsciousness. It'd be pointless to try in a fight. He'd be in close range and run through with a million fucking vines and branches before the man even felt his eyes bulge.
Bakugo instantly whips his head around and *chomp!* bites Chobe's finger. The taste of is own cum and thick glaze lingers on his tongue instantly, before he closes his lips and deliberately runs his tongue along the guy's digit. Not gonna let go until he's clean... and even then, he keeps his lips wrapped tight as he pulls back with a deliberate suck.]
Shut up. Don't get the wrong idea. [He's dangerous everywhere.]
[Try fucking WHILE fighting next time. How is that possible? Don't worry about it, Chobe will find a way. And that stamina is why Chobe makes such a good 'punching bag.' If it were anyone else, even with the same regeneration gift, they'd wither away or be consumed by their flowers far faster than the former bandit. Slim chance of Chobe sticking around to see if Bakugo could eventually wear him down out of sheer spite though. . .
Before he can snap back with a teasing retort, this fucker bites his finger! Ow?? Dude! Of all things, that is what makes Chobe actually flinch for once. He just isn't used to dealing with someone just as feral as he is.]
FUCKING--seriously?! See, this shit? This shit right here is why I ain't gonna let folks like you near my dick.
[He'd probably bite it the fuck off!! Granted, it would in fact. . .regrow, but still. He sneers slightly, watching the hero's face as he pulls back, before turning his head away. Not gonna admit that it feels kinda nice, nope. He tugs his hand back once Bakugo releases him.]
[With his acrobatic fighting style, how the hell does Chobe expect him to fuck while fighting?! If he's inviting Bakugo to take an aggressive tumble on the bed and end up wrestling while they fuck, hell yeah he's game for it! One of his classmates back home had a Quirk focused on defense with a shit-ton of stamina along with it. He knows all about the punching bag kind of companions! Luckily for Chobe, Bakugo's not interested in trying to find the limits of his regeneration. Probably good for the hero as well. He'd rather not end up a pin cushion.
Oh that got him to flinch? Excuse him for grinning like a devil around Chobe's finger, all white teeth and a husky sort of bastard child between growl and chuckle. What's the matter, you eternal moss mound? Not used to a bite? Paybacks for this guy chewing the shit out of his fucking neck.]
Wuss.
[All he's gonna say and totally looks like the victor with that smug smirk stretching all over his face. So damn proud of himself. Bakugo could definitely get Chobe's dick in his mouth, sans biting, and he'd fucking enjoy it. Even if he added some teeth later on! And no, he does not want his disembodied dick in his mouth. Gross.]
Ooh, aren't you a big bad villain. [Chobe's pouty and a dork. It's kind of cute.] What a cliche.
[Get creative, nerd!! Perhaps a tussle for another day, though. If nothing else, even if he won't voice it, Chobe is appreciative of Bakugo's spunk. Immortality aside, he hasn't neglected to keep his body in shape, but there's little challenge normal petty criminals and gangsters can provide when you can simply break their necks or skewer them through the chest without batting an eyelash. Bakugo and a few others keep him on his toes here, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't refreshing to have a proper adrenaline rush again.
Won't stop him from bitching about the walking piece of dynamite snacking on him though. Pot meet kettle, but it's a matter of pride!! He at least isn't too bothered by the weak ass insult.]
A wuss with my dick in tact! Tch.
[Though gosh what a punchable face Bakugo has. He's not wrong, but Chobe ain't giving him that satisfaction. Instead he just snorts, going to pull up his pants as the leash dangles beneath his neck, and shooting back his own smug grin.]
Oi, some cliches are classics for a reason, pay some respect on the name that just had ya screamin'!
[Creative meaning blast all Chobe's limbs off until he's nothing but a head and torso, then fuck his ass into the bed like a kinky mannequin freak? (Gross.) He'd rather use his explosions to keep them in the air while they fuck instead. As much as he's pissed off over Chobe's criminal inclinations, he really likes the bastard's attitude and pride. Doesn't hurt he's a great lay at the same time. Strong body, kept well, creative abilities, willing to clash back in word and action. Bakugo likes it when his partners aren't boring.
Just be glad he didn't bite it off out of sheer spite! (He won't. That's disgusting.) But if Chobe's allowed to bite the fuck out of his body during sex, he can bite his damn cum-covered finger after sex! It's HIS CUM in the first place!]
Wuuuss.
[Make all the excuses you want, fact is, someone's scared to put his dick in Bakugo's mouth. And he's calling him out on it with a smug ass bitch punk face with zero apology included. Ugh. This is another reason he hates sex out in public. There's no way to clean up! He has to drag his pants up knowing he's got another guy's damn cum leaking out his ass into his clothes. And he has to walk back to his room with that mess!]
Earn it.
[You want his respect, put in the work. A good fuck's nowhere near enough to earn Bakugo's hard-won respect. A quick snatch and he pulls the leash-- and Chobe --to him.]
I'm going back to my room. You gonna heel or ditch?
[Chobe's got no idea what he means, public sex is great exactly because of that. It's like tagging an area with graffiti, only far messier and less sanitary! And either way, some custodial staff will have to come scrub it up later. Chobe will snicker as Bakugo tries to get his pants back on--not at all apologetic for slicing his zipper off.
And is he scared to put his dick in crazy? Well, no, not exactly, because Chobe's an even worse choice to put your dick in. But even he'd tread cautiously putting a part of himself in the hands or mouth of a walking firecracker, damn.
Though, it'd be pretty exciting, and different, he must admit. Having lived over a century now with only one partner that can keep up with him, the challenge the resort provides is welcome. But ah well, he ain't vocalizing that. He rolls his eye at the 'earn it' comment, initially brushing it off as more trivial goading before Bakugo yanks that leash. Then he finds himself staring down the red-eyed punk, letting a silent bout of consideration blanket the moment.]
. . .for a brat, you don't really know your place, huh?
[He takes a deliberate step forward, closing any remaining distance.]
But you're the one holding my leash, so lead the way.
[Like hell it is! He can't be as loud or as free when he's in public, dammit! Pants stay on, shoes squeak on the ground, sweat sticks to your clothes, there's less contact and movement, pleasure's half stifled since MOST people want to keep it clandestine rather than slam their partner onto the restaurant table and go at it with five families and half the staff watching! Dammit, he wants to cram this shelf down Chobe's throat to shut his snicker up. Or just whack his damn head off and let him regenerate it...
Fucking zipper won't hold together now that it's broken! Bakugo snarls as he searches the shelves and wrenches a price-tag clasp off its edge. Wussy version of an alligator clip, but it'll work, shoved over the matching hem edges and locked down tight. Enough to get him back to his room without dropping his pants. He's gonna put his dick in Chobe one of these days. Don't think for a second he's some forever bottom bitch! Doesn't matter if he's some botanical nightmare on the inside.
At least the resort lets most people keep their powers. How fucking boring would it be if they were all wandering around normal weak people with nothing interesting or extra to show for it?
And he's serious about earning it. Right now, Chobe's sitting on the "shitty but kinda cool" realm Bakugo doesn't mind giving people who piss him off but interest him regardless. Hence the leash yank. RBF right back up into his scarred face. He twists the leash around his hand a few times, letting the man think.]
Urusei. I know it and it ticks you off.
[Ego trip. Chobe steps forward and Bakugo leans up for a quick "screw it" kiss for no reason other than he wants to, he has the leash, and Chobe's right there.]
Don't fall behind.
[Ironic. But turns to the side, shoulder and head leading his tilt into leaving the store and heading back to his room. He won't yank or haul Chobe around, but that leash stays around his wrist with his hand in his pocket.]
[Sounds like a skill issue!! Then again, Chobe is absolutely the kind of guy that would rail someone on the table of Applebees in front of a family's birthday meal. As for shoving something down his throat. . .careful, given there's the chance he'd like it. That and if his throat tears? It'll just get stitched back together. Nothing like a little body horror to assist in some fucked up kinky experimentation.
That kiss is abrupt but not unwelcome, Chobe finding himself slightly disappointed that's all he does. Bakugo seems to always be running on 110% aggression, and yet is still fairly reserved. He supposes that's what happens when someone that explosive has been raised within proper societal norms.
He still knows how to run his fucking mouth though.]
Don't walk slow then!
[It does tick him off to some extent, since most people know to back off when dealing with Chobe. From bandit to mob boss, he's clawed his way to the top of the criminal underworld. And this this punk of a hero has never been intimidated in the least. It's that overwhemling confidence that has Chobe following him. . .partially out of enjoyment of his company, partially with the thought of one day killing him. Still a villain, after all.
But--he tugs lightly at the leash as they walk.]
Oi, tell me more about that thing. That heart.
[He got distracted by the whole wall fucking thing, but he did retain that bit of detail when Bakugo was yapping.]
[LIKE HELL IT'S A SKILL ISSUE! Bakugo's not surprised this guy's got zero morals or decencies in his head. Then again, he just had sex with him in a fucking store! Chobe's throat's safe from getting split open in the middle of sex from the inside out. Bakugo's dick isn't that flexible despite his power. Splattering his sex partner all over the bed and walls is a great way to kill his boner. At least his cum's not explosive?
Heh, if Chobe wants a kiss to more, he'll have to wait until they get back to Bakugo's room. He might be a combustive guy a lot of the times, but he knows when to wake to get what he wants later. When waiting's worth his patience. Ironically he prefers quiet and calm most of the time, liking noise and excitement when he wants it. Who the hell wants to watch a stoic and serene battle?]
I don't walk slow, Weed Face!
["Back off" is in the same category as "give up" = excluded from Bakugo's vocabulary. He was born with gits, a powerful Quirk, good genes, strong able body, great health, intelligence, genius skill, every silver spoon. Yet every victory and conquest he made came through his own hard work. He got to the top through his own power. Chobe has a similar air to him, something Bakugo silently acknowledges, if not somewhat admires. One reason he continues to stay in the guy's company, despite his dangerous and criminal nature.
A leash tug gets a lazy "toing" back.]
Tch. Fucking bird. Some giant ass golden thing wrapped up in black chains. It was suspended at the top of a large chamber. I couldn't tell if it was attached to anything. [Not even enough time to tell if the walls were organic or still retained the grungy basement look of concrete and piping.] No one got more than a split second before we hit the top floor ceiling.
[Chobe will continue to believe Bakugo's entire being is just a walking ticking timebomb til otherwise proven wrong. Better safe than sorry.........though he's gonna keep messing with him regardless. The preference for chill downtime wouldn't really feel all that contradictory to him, honestly. Chobe is the way he is simply because others wouldn't let him live a calm, uneventful life, after all.
He keeps pace, mulling over that information with a thoughtful hum.]
Ceiling? Were ya flying or in an elevator or somethin'?
[He's seen how Bakugo can maneuver around in the air with those blasts, Chobe doubts he'd be so distracted he'd run into a fucking rooftop somehow. And he said "no one." So others were there, eh? Chobe mentally files that away. While he's not quite as driven to find their captor just yet, he fully intends on making the big bird pay. Simply just needs to bide his time and wait. He'll ask around to others and pass the info along to his brother later though.
For now? Deflect the notion that he might be too interested.]
Maybe you were hallucinating. Not enough blood to either of yer heads. S'shame.
[He is! And more! Hmph. Just like Chobe's more than an overgrown pile of weeds in human form. Jerk. At least he's not gonna be boring the longer the scarred man pesters him. That's half the reason most people mess with him, cause they think it's amusing. All end up the same way: Boom. Maybe if Bakugo learns more about Chobe's backstory, he might agree... but considering he thinks people are responsible for the own actions, not likely excuse.
Bakugo rubs at the side of his neck, relieving a small itch. At least this stupid place doesn't have bugs.]
Che. It teleported everyone to the top floor and into the ceiling. [As if gravity were abruptly reversed and they were all intangible until they hit the top-most boundary. Like getting thrown out the fucking window into the wall nearby. Knocked him unconscious for a few minutes too.] No one had time to react.
[He hasn't heard anyone who made it to the heart admit they could do a damn thing asides from blink and splat! It pisses him off, and it's evident in his tone. Angry he couldn't do anything even with all his strength and skill. The second anyone had to act was spent in shock at seeing the heart in full. They're all human (mostly) after all.]
No one was hallucinating, dumbass! If you were awake that entire month, you heard and felt the stupid thing throbbing and pounding for the whole damn week!
Wasn't the only thing throbbin' and pounding that week.
[Badum-ching!!
But no, he gets what Bakugo means, he was more than aware of the chaos, and a victim of the madness it induced. He still opts to maintain some distance to his curiosity though. While he's made it no secret he's willing to kill any and every staff member here if it meant getting to the head honcho, he rather not let the big bad catch on that he's serious about it. Leave the leg work to others, but stay informed.
Though, speaking as if the heart were sentient? Weird, but not unheard of it. Having dealt with monster plants, he's in no position to dismiss it. Inwardly it's infuriating as hell though. . .so many people here with incredible powers, yet all rendered useless. Such a pain.]
Anyway, sounds like yer just makin' excuses. Get yer shit together if you have a run in with this mystery heart again, eh? [Then a tilt of his head. He saw that itch.] And don't tell me I bit ya too hard there.
[You see this face?! Screwed up in angry bleh?! YOU DID THAT, WEED FACE!!]
Your standup sucks!
[Firing off a groaner's bad enough; firing off an obvious perverted one's even worse. Chobe did it on purpose too! Why the hell's he trying to duck out of a topic he asked for? Something he knows and isn't sharing or something weirding him out of wanting more information? Bakugo's expression drops to his usual scowl, not pushing further on the subject. There isn't much more he can say anyways.
Good luck killing the staff here, Chobe. Bakugo doubts the majority of them are even "real" in the first place. Especially the shitty bird-headed ones which pop up during events. If it's a bet on who can outlast the other longer, Chobe or the Peacock, Bakugo's gonna put money on the shitty hotel. It'll take all of them and some vulnerable knowledge to take this fucking thing down.
Still, Chobe's smart about not asking for more given where they are.]
I'm not making excuses, jackass! Next time I see the damn thing, I'm gonna blast it to smithereens before it can get a fucking pump in! [Bravado he knows is pointless at the moment. But if he doesn't aim for the impossible, why the hell aim for anything at all?] You better be down there next time putting in some work, Weed Face.
[As for the itch, Bakugo flicks him off.]
As if. [A natural itch. Nothing to do with Chobe's chompers. And avoiding the elevators like normal. Stairs it is.]
Damn, guess I'll have to stick to my day job of horrific criminal activity.
[Absolutely worth it to get such a disgusted face, no regrets. Does Chobe even know what stand up is? No, but he can pick up on the implication of delivering a bad joke. It does the job though, easing the conversation back to something casual. He got what he needed, and he'll pass it on. Maybe he'll hit up Akira to get his perspective on it later.
A light snort at the work comment though.]
I'll try to pencil it in--but I got other shit splitting my attention.
[People to see, princes to terrorize and eventually kill. For every ally he's made so far, he's found someone he either wants to kill or torture. Princes, demons, all that's in between, he's gotta take their heads off before getting to the peacock.
A shrug as Bakugo flips off his neck jab, but he cranes his head back, eying the elevators as they pass them, and he follows the hero to the stairwell.]
Ah? Not taking the elevator?
[Not that he minds, elevators are still a recent concept to him. He does prefer stairs but, seems odd to pass up on convenience if he's that eager.]
[So wry and dripping. Does anyone even have a day job in this place? The guests at least; the staff obviously do. Bakugo's occasionally worked at the Red Cardinal to help the proprietress with cleaning and dishes (she wouldn't let him cook despite his culinary skill), but beyond that, nope?
Chobe's smart to ask others about their take on the heart. Bakugo's talked with a few people, but almost all their stories are the same. Only changing detail is how long it took them to find the heart, how many times, and where the heart threw them with its proverbial boot.]
Che. You'll know it's happening.
[As much as Bakugo wants to wreck the heart, pulverize the bird, and take its power for his own (theoretically, as he'd rather force it into a compromise where guests have the choice to come and go as they please), he's not stupid enough to think he can do it alone. Or even soon. Back to the research, plan, and wait mode.]
I've never heard anything good about those shitty things.
[Trapped inside, molested by ghosts, hazed by paintings, all things he was warned about by three separate people on his first day here in different unrelated conversations.
Pretty fucking sure they've got a point. So he's never once stepped foot in an elevator.]
[Eat the heart Bakugo, turn the sex resort into a fight club!! That's probably not how it works, but one can dream.
One last passing look at the elevator and he shrugs casually.]
Aaah, right. S'never bothered me, but I guess they got magical bullshit going on, eh?
[Chobe's experienced some elevator nonsense lightly, but mostly takes it in stride. Feels on brand with the entire resort, after all. If a ghost wants to give him a handjob, sure, why not, there's a funny story for when he's back home.
Far more jarring is Bakugo's request. Chobe stares as if the hero's speaking an entirely different language, jaw slack in confusion.]
[If it meant saving everyone here ("save" in this case has multiple meanings, you) he'd chow down on that thing even if it meant looking like a cannibalistic lunatic! Hell if it think it works like that...]
You wanna get trapped in there with perverted ghosts and molested by paintings, go for it.
[If Chobe needs direct proof. Bakugo's seen plenty of people come out of those elevators without a single problem. He's also seen people come out after a lot of problems. Not worth the risk. Besides, he gets exercise with the stairs. Handjobs can come from people he knows and likes. (Or, more than tolerates.)
Tch, figures. He doesn't wait to explain, only loops one strong arm around Chobe's waist, yanks him in close, and-]
Piss and you're dead.
[-*BOOM!!*
Like a fucking rocket, they're propelled upward in a rush of heat and wind through the stairwell's central section. Banisters and building parts flash past their vision, slowing down close to the "fourth level" floors, the section where Aces and Jacks reside. One small "boom" behind them arcs their ascent over the stairwell railing in perfect balance and speed, like Bakugo's done this hundreds of times now.
He has.
Thump thump, feet on the stairwell's opulent floor again. Yep, skipped the entire climb like a badass. Bakugo releases Chobe's waist.]
He'd comment on that last elevator bit, but he does actually understand that most people aren't used to uuuh, unsolicited attention like he is. It doesn't bother him, but he'll leave it at that.
Not that he really has time to say much of anything when Bakugo's hooking an arm around him, and suddenly it feels like gravity's been reversed. No time to protest, squirm, or even brace himself, all he can feel is the rush of air and the billowing heat below rising them up. It's a short trip but leaves a hell of an impression, and once safely on solid flooring and beyond the banister, Chobe can't help but stumble for a half moment, hand on the railing.]
Shit. Give me more damn warning next time, brat!
[He's part plant, he's used to being rooted, okay. Though the method of travel isn't objectionable, he just realizes something else. Chobe by no means is a small guy. Solid, muscular, not the widest by most brick house standards, but makes up for it in versatility and agility. Yet this asshole was able to basically carry him with one hand?? Has this punk been holding out on him? It's an annoying, nagging thought as he straightens himself back up.]
[No one should have to endure unsolicited attention. Fight back and destroy those bastards until they know never to bother with you again! Is his method of dealing with it. Once people believes his "No" is fatal, they won't waste his time trying. Hmph! What a badass.
Skilled as always, Bakugo doesn't even risk scorching Chobe's feet on the blast upward. He wouldn't be a dangling mannequin if he'd put his arms around the blonde's neck like he was told. Luckily there's no unwanted head bashing into passing railings. He lowers his arm, smoke rising from his fingers, and eyes Chobe's initial stumbling. If he ever has to take this guy for a truly evasive flight, looks like he's gonna puke himself.]
I GAVE YOU A FUCKING WARNING!! [He said "hold on"; who the hell says that if they're not warning someone! Didn't Chobe at least have horses or carriages in his world? Bakugo assures himself the plant bastard's fine, the heads for the doors leading to the floor suites.
Yeah, Bakugo can canonly throw a full-grown man with one arm without a problem, or using his Quirk. Hauling Chobe up some stairs won't even break his sweat. As for holding back, he would've slugged the guy if he thought a punch would knock him out. But with Chobe's regeneration and toughness, brute strength wasn't gonna do shit to him.]
[Wow, they had horses but they weren't common or going on crazy chases. It's the edo period not the wild west, gosh.
Chobe recovers quickly enough with the shock wearing off, shaking out a leg before quickly following after the hero. He's right, while he's fine with heights, or even falling or jumping from them, suspended aerial battle/travel is out of his wheelhouse. As if he'd admit to it though. Still, even if he had gotten scorched, he'd just regenerate, so no big deal. Same thing if his stomach turned, too. Still impressive he wasn't harmed though, even if only slightly, he notes. That's some precise control.]
Tch. Flashy fuck, if you wanted to show off you coulda just said so, instead of acting all scared of the elevators.
[He knows Bakugo's absolutely afraid of nothing, but Chobe has to smooth out his pride a little.]
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Date: 7/5/25 00:40 (UTC)[He'll pound HIM into the floor!! No wait, they're still standing. Heck. Chobe's mind isn't working, clouded by the adrenaline and pleasure swirling within him. He doesn't even protest when Bakugo grabs his hair again, obediently rolling his head closer. There's a string of curses he'd like to blurt out, damn punk ass egging him on to even end up in this scenario, but he can't get any of it out. Besides, technically he started it. He doesn't need the hero pointing out his hypocrisy.
Nah, instead he's locked in, if he's gonna lose he's gonna make sure it feels good to lose. Even when that cum oozes over his fingers, he pays it no mind, using it to glide down that throbbing shaft once more. Then, feeling that ass quiver around him--Chobe's at his limit.
One last thrust, forceful, enough to nearly throw the hero's hips at the shelf, and Chobe's finally granted release. Rather than shouting though, it's met with one last bite of Bakugo's neck. Flesh works just as well as a gag, it turns out, just can't help it. His breath hisses as his pleasure spills out inside him, and he mutters something, near inaudible as he's clamped on to his skin.
"Fuck. You win."]
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Date: 7/5/25 03:33 (UTC)[He picked the fucking shelves this time! Floor next time and HE'LL be the one on top! Can't even get his own brain around his leg to try and trip him. Everything's swarming with pleasure pleasure pleasure pounding into his flesh every time Chobe slams balls deep inside. Fingers buried in his hair, wanting to get his head over his shoulder and tear into his mouth again with more brutal kisses, he isn't able to force that desire to life. Stuck clinging to his head as his body winds tighter and tighter, like a wire coiling with each heady slap.
Hard and leaking becomes turgid and twitching, stretching his hole even more as Chobe thickens in his depths. Fucking bastard's even bigger! Bakugo rams his head into his shoulder, choking out a shout and grunt melded together between his teeth. Grit hard enough to hurt, he wants to keep it in-- and completely fails, yelling into the air as Chobe finally comes inside him. Complete with those damn teeth crunching into his neck again.
Same time, same fucking time, heat bursts into him and out of him simultaneously. White streaks splatter the shelves in hot lines, abs hardening in rhythmic clenches as his balls draw up and churn with each heady spurt. You win travels through his nape rather than his ears, and he's gonna deny his victory as soon as his brain stops shooting out of his dick and landing all over the stupid shelves in glazing lines and drooling over Chobe's fingers as his orgasm slowly begins to die down.
Goddamn...]
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Date: 7/6/25 00:18 (UTC)You know you're way too loud, yeah? No restraint at all.
[Says the guy that claims he lost. Not that he minds the enthusiasm in the least, though. Everything riles this guy up, it's as endearing as it is funny. And even if he perceives it as a loss, Chobe doesn't actually care that much. The point is fun and indulgence, so he'll count it as a success. Maybe Bakugo isn't as much of a prude as he thought. . .though he got so caught up, he forgot about the leash. What a shame.
He brings that pleasure covered hand up, tasting Bakugo's essence with a lick of his fingers.]
Huh! Dunno why, but expected it to taste spicier.
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Date: 7/6/25 02:09 (UTC)As soon as he feels Chobe start to pull out of him, Bakugo finds a well of strength, swings his hand back, and claps him right on the ass before yanking him forward, keeping him from tugging free for several more second. Bastard, who the hell said he was ready for him to pull out just yet?
Sucks he can't hold him too long and eventually he slides out with a wet noise and drips.]
Don't make me fucking choke you with this.
[And gives a few haphazard "toing toing" tugs on Chobe's leash of pure petulance. Bakugo slowly gathers his strength again, fingers gripping the shelves and pulling himself back to a proper stand. He's not taking it as a "win" since he came at the same time as Chobe. All that means is he has to fuck him again another time and get him to decisively come first!
Hey! He used the leash a few times, tugging Chobe over his shoulder to demand a kiss or pulling him closer. Not much he can do with it when the guy's flush up against his back railing him from behind...]
Che, cause it's not my sweat, Weed Face.
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Date: 7/6/25 02:55 (UTC)He snorts lightly at the half hearted leash tugs. Petty bitch.]
Such dirty talk! Ya know that won't kill me, it'd just turn me on again.
[Honestly a proper strangle might make him pass out for a bit, but details. He pokes at Bakugo's cheeks, fingers still sticky and wet as a tease as he finally steps back, careful not to trip over his pants. ]
And that implies you ain't hot shit all the way through. Didn't think you were that humble!
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Date: 7/7/25 00:06 (UTC)Even if he can't deny the guy's hella fun to fight. A regrowing punching bag! What's not to like?]
I never said I was gonna kill you! [What wuss thinks a single choke's fatal to anyone?] Pervy weirdo.
[He wonders if he could strangle Chobe into unconsciousness. It'd be pointless to try in a fight. He'd be in close range and run through with a million fucking vines and branches before the man even felt his eyes bulge.
Bakugo instantly whips his head around and *chomp!* bites Chobe's finger. The taste of is own cum and thick glaze lingers on his tongue instantly, before he closes his lips and deliberately runs his tongue along the guy's digit. Not gonna let go until he's clean... and even then, he keeps his lips wrapped tight as he pulls back with a deliberate suck.]
Shut up. Don't get the wrong idea. [He's dangerous everywhere.]
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Date: 7/7/25 02:03 (UTC)Before he can snap back with a teasing retort, this fucker bites his finger! Ow?? Dude! Of all things, that is what makes Chobe actually flinch for once. He just isn't used to dealing with someone just as feral as he is.]
FUCKING--seriously?! See, this shit? This shit right here is why I ain't gonna let folks like you near my dick.
[He'd probably bite it the fuck off!! Granted, it would in fact. . .regrow, but still. He sneers slightly, watching the hero's face as he pulls back, before turning his head away. Not gonna admit that it feels kinda nice, nope. He tugs his hand back once Bakugo releases him.]
I'm the bad guy, brat. I'm full of wrong ideas.
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Date: 7/7/25 04:13 (UTC)Oh that got him to flinch? Excuse him for grinning like a devil around Chobe's finger, all white teeth and a husky sort of bastard child between growl and chuckle. What's the matter, you eternal moss mound? Not used to a bite? Paybacks for this guy chewing the shit out of his fucking neck.]
Wuss.
[All he's gonna say and totally looks like the victor with that smug smirk stretching all over his face. So damn proud of himself. Bakugo could definitely get Chobe's dick in his mouth, sans biting, and he'd fucking enjoy it. Even if he added some teeth later on! And no, he does not want his disembodied dick in his mouth. Gross.]
Ooh, aren't you a big bad villain. [Chobe's pouty and a dork. It's kind of cute.] What a cliche.
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Date: 7/8/25 13:29 (UTC)Won't stop him from bitching about the walking piece of dynamite snacking on him though. Pot meet kettle, but it's a matter of pride!! He at least isn't too bothered by the weak ass insult.]
A wuss with my dick in tact! Tch.
[Though gosh what a punchable face Bakugo has. He's not wrong, but Chobe ain't giving him that satisfaction. Instead he just snorts, going to pull up his pants as the leash dangles beneath his neck, and shooting back his own smug grin.]
Oi, some cliches are classics for a reason, pay some respect on the name that just had ya screamin'!
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Date: 7/9/25 00:37 (UTC)Just be glad he didn't bite it off out of sheer spite! (He won't. That's disgusting.) But if Chobe's allowed to bite the fuck out of his body during sex, he can bite his damn cum-covered finger after sex! It's HIS CUM in the first place!]
Wuuuss.
[Make all the excuses you want, fact is, someone's scared to put his dick in Bakugo's mouth. And he's calling him out on it with a smug ass bitch punk face with zero apology included. Ugh. This is another reason he hates sex out in public. There's no way to clean up! He has to drag his pants up knowing he's got another guy's damn cum leaking out his ass into his clothes. And he has to walk back to his room with that mess!]
Earn it.
[You want his respect, put in the work. A good fuck's nowhere near enough to earn Bakugo's hard-won respect. A quick snatch and he pulls the leash-- and Chobe --to him.]
I'm going back to my room. You gonna heel or ditch?
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Date: 7/9/25 04:33 (UTC)And is he scared to put his dick in crazy? Well, no, not exactly, because Chobe's an even worse choice to put your dick in. But even he'd tread cautiously putting a part of himself in the hands or mouth of a walking firecracker, damn.
Though, it'd be pretty exciting, and different, he must admit. Having lived over a century now with only one partner that can keep up with him, the challenge the resort provides is welcome. But ah well, he ain't vocalizing that. He rolls his eye at the 'earn it' comment, initially brushing it off as more trivial goading before Bakugo yanks that leash. Then he finds himself staring down the red-eyed punk, letting a silent bout of consideration blanket the moment.]
. . .for a brat, you don't really know your place, huh?
[He takes a deliberate step forward, closing any remaining distance.]
But you're the one holding my leash, so lead the way.
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Date: 7/9/25 21:09 (UTC)Fucking zipper won't hold together now that it's broken! Bakugo snarls as he searches the shelves and wrenches a price-tag clasp off its edge. Wussy version of an alligator clip, but it'll work, shoved over the matching hem edges and locked down tight. Enough to get him back to his room without dropping his pants. He's gonna put his dick in Chobe one of these days. Don't think for a second he's some forever bottom bitch! Doesn't matter if he's some botanical nightmare on the inside.
At least the resort lets most people keep their powers. How fucking boring would it be if they were all wandering around normal weak people with nothing interesting or extra to show for it?
And he's serious about earning it. Right now, Chobe's sitting on the "shitty but kinda cool" realm Bakugo doesn't mind giving people who piss him off but interest him regardless. Hence the leash yank. RBF right back up into his scarred face. He twists the leash around his hand a few times, letting the man think.]
Urusei. I know it and it ticks you off.
[Ego trip. Chobe steps forward and Bakugo leans up for a quick "screw it" kiss for no reason other than he wants to, he has the leash, and Chobe's right there.]
Don't fall behind.
[Ironic. But turns to the side, shoulder and head leading his tilt into leaving the store and heading back to his room. He won't yank or haul Chobe around, but that leash stays around his wrist with his hand in his pocket.]
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Date: 7/10/25 02:50 (UTC)That kiss is abrupt but not unwelcome, Chobe finding himself slightly disappointed that's all he does. Bakugo seems to always be running on 110% aggression, and yet is still fairly reserved. He supposes that's what happens when someone that explosive has been raised within proper societal norms.
He still knows how to run his fucking mouth though.]
Don't walk slow then!
[It does tick him off to some extent, since most people know to back off when dealing with Chobe. From bandit to mob boss, he's clawed his way to the top of the criminal underworld. And this this punk of a hero has never been intimidated in the least. It's that overwhemling confidence that has Chobe following him. . .partially out of enjoyment of his company, partially with the thought of one day killing him. Still a villain, after all.
But--he tugs lightly at the leash as they walk.]
Oi, tell me more about that thing. That heart.
[He got distracted by the whole wall fucking thing, but he did retain that bit of detail when Bakugo was yapping.]
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Date: 7/10/25 23:06 (UTC)Heh, if Chobe wants a kiss to more, he'll have to wait until they get back to Bakugo's room. He might be a combustive guy a lot of the times, but he knows when to wake to get what he wants later. When waiting's worth his patience. Ironically he prefers quiet and calm most of the time, liking noise and excitement when he wants it. Who the hell wants to watch a stoic and serene battle?]
I don't walk slow, Weed Face!
["Back off" is in the same category as "give up" = excluded from Bakugo's vocabulary. He was born with gits, a powerful Quirk, good genes, strong able body, great health, intelligence, genius skill, every silver spoon. Yet every victory and conquest he made came through his own hard work. He got to the top through his own power. Chobe has a similar air to him, something Bakugo silently acknowledges, if not somewhat admires. One reason he continues to stay in the guy's company, despite his dangerous and criminal nature.
A leash tug gets a lazy "toing" back.]
Tch. Fucking bird. Some giant ass golden thing wrapped up in black chains. It was suspended at the top of a large chamber. I couldn't tell if it was attached to anything. [Not even enough time to tell if the walls were organic or still retained the grungy basement look of concrete and piping.] No one got more than a split second before we hit the top floor ceiling.
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Date: 7/11/25 05:20 (UTC)He keeps pace, mulling over that information with a thoughtful hum.]
Ceiling? Were ya flying or in an elevator or somethin'?
[He's seen how Bakugo can maneuver around in the air with those blasts, Chobe doubts he'd be so distracted he'd run into a fucking rooftop somehow. And he said "no one." So others were there, eh? Chobe mentally files that away. While he's not quite as driven to find their captor just yet, he fully intends on making the big bird pay. Simply just needs to bide his time and wait. He'll ask around to others and pass the info along to his brother later though.
For now? Deflect the notion that he might be too interested.]
Maybe you were hallucinating. Not enough blood to either of yer heads. S'shame.
[Nailed it, perfect distraction.]
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Date: 7/11/25 19:22 (UTC)Bakugo rubs at the side of his neck, relieving a small itch. At least this stupid place doesn't have bugs.]
Che. It teleported everyone to the top floor and into the ceiling. [As if gravity were abruptly reversed and they were all intangible until they hit the top-most boundary. Like getting thrown out the fucking window into the wall nearby. Knocked him unconscious for a few minutes too.] No one had time to react.
[He hasn't heard anyone who made it to the heart admit they could do a damn thing asides from blink and splat! It pisses him off, and it's evident in his tone. Angry he couldn't do anything even with all his strength and skill. The second anyone had to act was spent in shock at seeing the heart in full. They're all human (mostly) after all.]
No one was hallucinating, dumbass! If you were awake that entire month, you heard and felt the stupid thing throbbing and pounding for the whole damn week!
[No gaslighting for you, Chobe!]
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Date: 7/12/25 01:44 (UTC)[Badum-ching!!
But no, he gets what Bakugo means, he was more than aware of the chaos, and a victim of the madness it induced. He still opts to maintain some distance to his curiosity though. While he's made it no secret he's willing to kill any and every staff member here if it meant getting to the head honcho, he rather not let the big bad catch on that he's serious about it. Leave the leg work to others, but stay informed.
Though, speaking as if the heart were sentient? Weird, but not unheard of it. Having dealt with monster plants, he's in no position to dismiss it. Inwardly it's infuriating as hell though. . .so many people here with incredible powers, yet all rendered useless. Such a pain.]
Anyway, sounds like yer just makin' excuses. Get yer shit together if you have a run in with this mystery heart again, eh? [Then a tilt of his head. He saw that itch.] And don't tell me I bit ya too hard there.
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Date: 7/12/25 04:07 (UTC)Your standup sucks!
[Firing off a groaner's bad enough; firing off an obvious perverted one's even worse. Chobe did it on purpose too! Why the hell's he trying to duck out of a topic he asked for? Something he knows and isn't sharing or something weirding him out of wanting more information? Bakugo's expression drops to his usual scowl, not pushing further on the subject. There isn't much more he can say anyways.
Good luck killing the staff here, Chobe. Bakugo doubts the majority of them are even "real" in the first place. Especially the shitty bird-headed ones which pop up during events. If it's a bet on who can outlast the other longer, Chobe or the Peacock, Bakugo's gonna put money on the shitty hotel. It'll take all of them and some vulnerable knowledge to take this fucking thing down.
Still, Chobe's smart about not asking for more given where they are.]
I'm not making excuses, jackass! Next time I see the damn thing, I'm gonna blast it to smithereens before it can get a fucking pump in! [Bravado he knows is pointless at the moment. But if he doesn't aim for the impossible, why the hell aim for anything at all?] You better be down there next time putting in some work, Weed Face.
[As for the itch, Bakugo flicks him off.]
As if. [A natural itch. Nothing to do with Chobe's chompers. And avoiding the elevators like normal. Stairs it is.]
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Date: 7/12/25 14:49 (UTC)[Absolutely worth it to get such a disgusted face, no regrets. Does Chobe even know what stand up is? No, but he can pick up on the implication of delivering a bad joke. It does the job though, easing the conversation back to something casual. He got what he needed, and he'll pass it on. Maybe he'll hit up Akira to get his perspective on it later.
A light snort at the work comment though.]
I'll try to pencil it in--but I got other shit splitting my attention.
[People to see, princes to terrorize and eventually kill. For every ally he's made so far, he's found someone he either wants to kill or torture. Princes, demons, all that's in between, he's gotta take their heads off before getting to the peacock.
A shrug as Bakugo flips off his neck jab, but he cranes his head back, eying the elevators as they pass them, and he follows the hero to the stairwell.]
Ah? Not taking the elevator?
[Not that he minds, elevators are still a recent concept to him. He does prefer stairs but, seems odd to pass up on convenience if he's that eager.]
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Date: 7/12/25 16:39 (UTC)[So wry and dripping. Does anyone even have a day job in this place? The guests at least; the staff obviously do. Bakugo's occasionally worked at the Red Cardinal to help the proprietress with cleaning and dishes (she wouldn't let him cook despite his culinary skill), but beyond that, nope?
Chobe's smart to ask others about their take on the heart. Bakugo's talked with a few people, but almost all their stories are the same. Only changing detail is how long it took them to find the heart, how many times, and where the heart threw them with its proverbial boot.]
Che. You'll know it's happening.
[As much as Bakugo wants to wreck the heart, pulverize the bird, and take its power for his own (theoretically, as he'd rather force it into a compromise where guests have the choice to come and go as they please), he's not stupid enough to think he can do it alone. Or even soon. Back to the research, plan, and wait mode.]
I've never heard anything good about those shitty things.
[Trapped inside, molested by ghosts, hazed by paintings, all things he was warned about by three separate people on his first day here in different unrelated conversations.
Pretty fucking sure they've got a point. So he's never once stepped foot in an elevator.]
Put your arms around me and hold on.
[He never said he was gonna WALK the stairs.]
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Date: 7/13/25 16:00 (UTC)One last passing look at the elevator and he shrugs casually.]
Aaah, right. S'never bothered me, but I guess they got magical bullshit going on, eh?
[Chobe's experienced some elevator nonsense lightly, but mostly takes it in stride. Feels on brand with the entire resort, after all. If a ghost wants to give him a handjob, sure, why not, there's a funny story for when he's back home.
Far more jarring is Bakugo's request. Chobe stares as if the hero's speaking an entirely different language, jaw slack in confusion.]
You. . .want me to hug you? The hell? Why?
[Whoosh, straight over his head.]
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Date: 7/13/25 17:05 (UTC)You wanna get trapped in there with perverted ghosts and molested by paintings, go for it.
[If Chobe needs direct proof. Bakugo's seen plenty of people come out of those elevators without a single problem. He's also seen people come out after a lot of problems. Not worth the risk. Besides, he gets exercise with the stairs. Handjobs can come from people he knows and likes. (Or, more than tolerates.)
Tch, figures. He doesn't wait to explain, only loops one strong arm around Chobe's waist, yanks him in close, and-]
Piss and you're dead.
[-*BOOM!!*
Like a fucking rocket, they're propelled upward in a rush of heat and wind through the stairwell's central section. Banisters and building parts flash past their vision, slowing down close to the "fourth level" floors, the section where Aces and Jacks reside. One small "boom" behind them arcs their ascent over the stairwell railing in perfect balance and speed, like Bakugo's done this hundreds of times now.
He has.
Thump thump, feet on the stairwell's opulent floor again. Yep, skipped the entire climb like a badass. Bakugo releases Chobe's waist.]
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Date: 7/15/25 17:52 (UTC)He'd comment on that last elevator bit, but he does actually understand that most people aren't used to uuuh, unsolicited attention like he is. It doesn't bother him, but he'll leave it at that.
Not that he really has time to say much of anything when Bakugo's hooking an arm around him, and suddenly it feels like gravity's been reversed. No time to protest, squirm, or even brace himself, all he can feel is the rush of air and the billowing heat below rising them up. It's a short trip but leaves a hell of an impression, and once safely on solid flooring and beyond the banister, Chobe can't help but stumble for a half moment, hand on the railing.]
Shit. Give me more damn warning next time, brat!
[He's part plant, he's used to being rooted, okay. Though the method of travel isn't objectionable, he just realizes something else. Chobe by no means is a small guy. Solid, muscular, not the widest by most brick house standards, but makes up for it in versatility and agility. Yet this asshole was able to basically carry him with one hand?? Has this punk been holding out on him? It's an annoying, nagging thought as he straightens himself back up.]
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Date: 7/16/25 00:36 (UTC)Skilled as always, Bakugo doesn't even risk scorching Chobe's feet on the blast upward. He wouldn't be a dangling mannequin if he'd put his arms around the blonde's neck like he was told. Luckily there's no unwanted head bashing into passing railings. He lowers his arm, smoke rising from his fingers, and eyes Chobe's initial stumbling. If he ever has to take this guy for a truly evasive flight, looks like he's gonna puke himself.]
I GAVE YOU A FUCKING WARNING!! [He said "hold on"; who the hell says that if they're not warning someone! Didn't Chobe at least have horses or carriages in his world? Bakugo assures himself the plant bastard's fine, the heads for the doors leading to the floor suites.
Yeah, Bakugo can canonly throw a full-grown man with one arm without a problem, or using his Quirk. Hauling Chobe up some stairs won't even break his sweat. As for holding back, he would've slugged the guy if he thought a punch would knock him out. But with Chobe's regeneration and toughness, brute strength wasn't gonna do shit to him.]
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Date: 7/16/25 01:35 (UTC)Chobe recovers quickly enough with the shock wearing off, shaking out a leg before quickly following after the hero. He's right, while he's fine with heights, or even falling or jumping from them, suspended aerial battle/travel is out of his wheelhouse. As if he'd admit to it though. Still, even if he had gotten scorched, he'd just regenerate, so no big deal. Same thing if his stomach turned, too. Still impressive he wasn't harmed though, even if only slightly, he notes. That's some precise control.]
Tch. Flashy fuck, if you wanted to show off you coulda just said so, instead of acting all scared of the elevators.
[He knows Bakugo's absolutely afraid of nothing, but Chobe has to smooth out his pride a little.]
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