[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.]
[Gonna continue making assumptions because it's fun seeing Chobe get huffy over things. He's apparently secretly proud of his time period.
If a blast-powered ascent was enough to put the man into a stupor, Bakugo never would've had a problem fighting him. Suspending the guy in air during a fight had occurred to him. He couldn't draw on any plant material nearby and Bakugo's fast enough to blitz him multiple times in the air without pausing long enough to get struck. But those vines are inside Chobe's body as well. And the guy's got strength and aim. One wrong move and he'd skewer himself or get caught. Not that close range is good for either of them...
Bakugo maintains a silent hope they don't ever have to fight for real. Stick to kicking ass in training.]
Who the hell's scared? I just beat the shit outta that stupid elevator! [He was so damn fast, you see? Really, that's a fair 80% of his reason for skipping it. He's simply faster. Other 20%'s the lewd risk.
Bakugo heads into the glamorous hallway with all its fancy mirrors and paintings, fake and real plants, chandeliers and elegant lighting among vaulted ceilings and gilded wall decor and designs. Enough ostentatious wealth to make you puke.]
[Rude!! He's just still adjusting to present day, that's all. Though he is lowkey starting to regret all the old geezers he messed with and ridiculed. He's starting to see how they feel with all these mortal punks trying to run circles around him.
Bakugo doesn't have to worry about any real fights today, at least. Trouble's in Chobe's blood, but typically, leave him be, and he won't mess with others outside of some (mostly) harmless threats. And for Bakugo, the hero is tolerable (fun) company, and most importantly, hasn't done anything to or said shit about his brother. Can't say the same about others, unfortunately.
But nevermind all that, Chobe's attention is immediately drawn to the excessive, glitzy, over the top decor. He gets a glimpse of himself in a mirror, probably for the first time today, and he snorts. The collar really does look good on him.]
--damn, I forgot how fucking elaborate it is on the other floors. Ain't you just damn lucky living it up like this.
Shut up. [Not taking that lip without his usual deflection. The day he finds out Chobe got molested in the elevator, there won't be any words of concern or even an abrasive check up. Nope! Just one mocking "enjoy it?" and he'll carry on with his rude ass life. Jerk.
Shitty part is, he gets a sparking thrill out of Chobe's threats and lazy aggression. Someone not afraid to spark his explosive keg. He'll never agree with the man's criminal lifestyle and activities, and he'll always stop him if he commits them in his presence. But hell if he's going to play police with the man's life. In the end, neither criminal nor heroic activities in the hotel mean much when it keeps regressing to the status quo. With variety. He doesn't even know you have a sibling, man.
Of course the collar looks good on him! Bakugo picked it out with Chobe right there in front of him. Matching his hair, skin, eyes, and usual choice of hues. They're gonna have to take it off if the upcoming shower ends up happening. Shit didn't seem like it was water-resistant.]
Che. I worked for it, like anyone else can. Luck's got shit to do with it. [Which makes him question the house's aim with this stupid social wheel. If everyone's at the top, who's gonna bother fucking to improve? Completely eliminates one reason people will have sex.
Though with the hundreds of other reasons, maybe it doesn't rightly give a shit. Bakugo stops in front of a large pair of double doors, sweeps his watch past the knob, and pushes one door open with a noiseless glide. An impressive foyer starts out in front of them, spilling into a massive area containing living room, dining room, and kitchen, with closets and a laundry room off to the side.
He toes his boots off at the door and kicks them to a shoe rack/cubby to the side.]
[A mock gasp from Chobe, followed by a cheeky smile as he partially covers his face in a show of faux conservative embarrassment]
You worked for it? Oh my, are you callin' yerself a slut? How scandalous. Didn't think you had it in ya~
[A bite at his lip to stifle a laugh. Chobe couldn't give a shit how many people Bakugo may or may not have slept with--he's probably got far more under his belt from his decades of living, but it doesn't really matter here. It's both surprising and. . .not, to hear the hero embracing the nature of the resort, though. Gotta play the game to break it, after all.
Stepping inside, his ribbing is silenced by just how vast the accommodation is. The highest room he's been invited into so far was a five or six, and this is leagues beyond a bunch of pillows and bed. He follows suit, kicking off his shoes, but he's almost pissed off by how swanky it is.]
[Dammit, he wants to put his fist right through his guy's face! Knowing he can without killing him makes it extremely tempting. Personal punching bag, right? But cleaning that shit off the wall after is... Tch!]
I didn't do it that way, you asshole! [Even if he definitely has done plenty of that scandalous activity. As Chobe knows well enough now. Ten minutes ago.
He's refused to be "forced" into his role here, not embracing or accepting it so much as playing the game on his own terms. And his rank change was likewise also on his own terms, waiting a fair while to research, prepare, and finally spring his gamble. It worked out in his favor, obviously.
Bakugo heads for the kitchen, letting Chobe wander as he wants and look around. His suit is shaped like a diamond in entirety, with an upstairs floor as well. Two large doors rest on either side of the massive area ahead of them, leading off to other rooms with loop towards the back of the diamond, surrounding another room in the center, a pattern repeated upstairs.
Really, Chobe's reaction was mirror to Bakugo's original reaction. The rich opulence made him want to puke.]
Che! Tell me about it! All this shitty gold's disgusting. I can put in a style change at the front desk, but I need to plan everything I want out first.
[When he's done with it, this place is gonna look A LOT tamer...]
[Is that not what room service is for!! But Chobe's appreciative of the restraint, it'd suck to get blood and brains all over his nice collar, after all.
But he is in fact too distracted looking over the rooms to follow up with another jest, mentally comparing it to lodgings he and his brother are used to. He's not necessarily against such a dripped out suite, and the gold doesn't bother him that much. . .Chobe has his own excessively tacky taste, too. But even thinking of all the hotels and penthouses he and his brother have wormed their way into, this resort still eclipses it all. It really does just go to show how far they still have to go, and makes him question just how much power and wealth is at this peacock ringleader's disposal. (And how do they get their hands on those resources. . .?)
He does think it is absolutely ill-suiting for a personality like Bakugo, however. The guy may have a flashy power, but he gets the impression the hero would opt for practicality over aesthetic. Before he can ask why he hasn't personalized it, the answer gets served to him. He flaps a hand, shrugging away the offer for water, too.]
Hah, hospitable, ain't ya? If you're that worn out, feel free to hydrate yerself.
I was wondering why the hell there wasn't any shit in here that's your speed, not even a punching bag. Guess that's more trouble than it's worth. . .then again, they dumped a shit ton of dirt in my room, tryin' to be funny.
[Given Bakugo's pride and self-reliance, do you really think he's the type to make or invite a mess, then leave it for someone else to take care of after he leaves?! At least he doesn't take dishes back when in a restaurant. He's not an idiot.
Long since accepting and understanding the house runs on magic, all excess opulence and dripping gild is nothing more than some rich-obsessed entity thinking up dreams and making them reality through magic. Of course it completely outpaces anything found in a real world! Imagination isn't bound to a physical limit. One of Bakugo's chairs could pay a small company's wages for a year and still have shit left over for bonuses. No one's getting their hands on the bird's resources unless they can squish their fingers into its grey matter ... is his belief on their situation.
(Wow, tacky. Sup with those snake skin shoes, man?)
Chobe's right about him. While he has his own style and preferences, wealthy shmuck isn't one of them. He doesn't want anyone looking at his room or his person and thinking he "bought" his way into whatever he's doing. He's gonna earn every benefit he gets as much as he can! So no one can doubt his success!]
I'm not worn out, Weed Face!
[He's getting water because he wants a damn drink. Sheesh. And his mom pounded manners into his head even if he delivers them gruffly. Good thing Chobe's not gonna get a water bottle to the face at least...]
I've got a gym room. [Punching bag included.] It's gross. [Gold punching bag covered in feathers. Gold-covered iron bars for weight. The expected luxury.]
[Wow don't diss his shoes, it's his mafia aesthetic! (They are awful there's a reason his brother opts to wear more practical clothing).
Magic or proper funding, it really doesn't matter to Chobe. He'll do what he always does--bide his time, attack, and then seize control or profit for himself. Just like back home, just like on that cursed island, and then the evolving streets of Hong Kong. This resort isn't special, he just needs to figure out what makes it tick.
But first he absolutely wants to see that gym. Will he try to steal a gold bar? Entirely possible.]
Hoooh, show me the gym.
[He says, already about to investigate a random room. And he snorts, looking over his shoulder.]
And I didn't do anything. [for once.] They just thought I'd ~prefer~ that over a damn bed due to my condition.
[That is...being a plant. So they gave him some dirt for his roots.]
[Disses them without hesitation. (Well everyone knows those posed manga spreads put their characters in some really crazy ass clothing... He'd never wear that! Maybe.
People like Chobe are volatile wildcards when it comes to allying and teaming up. But if they're going to take this shitty peacock down and wrestle its powers into their own control, or something more agreeable, they're going to need all the help they can get. Bakugo's accepted this as the only viable path to succeeding. Good thing a lot of these loose cannons can at least be aimed.
Good luck stealing one. Bakugo may or may no pretend he doesn't notice. Enjoy realizing later it's only gold painted. Not solid.]
You'd prefer? [... why would Chobe-?] Bffft!! Ha ha ha!! Wow! Did they send a watering can down too? [HA! That's fucking hilarious! Chobe sitting wet and grumpy atop a mud pile, water sprinkling down overhead with all encouragement to pop out some pretty petals~ Ah, that's fucking pathetic.] Cute little weed.
[Bakugo heads to one side of the grand central area and pulls open the double doors. It's only a short walk down he hall before he enters another room. Set up inside is a neatly furnished gym, a few weight machines, cardio machines, punching bag (fucking gold-feathered monster), and computerized monitor to track his health + progress + records. There's something very solid about the floor, in the same way you might feel walking over a covering securing something beneath.]
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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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Date: 7/16/25 01:54 (UTC)If a blast-powered ascent was enough to put the man into a stupor, Bakugo never would've had a problem fighting him. Suspending the guy in air during a fight had occurred to him. He couldn't draw on any plant material nearby and Bakugo's fast enough to blitz him multiple times in the air without pausing long enough to get struck. But those vines are inside Chobe's body as well. And the guy's got strength and aim. One wrong move and he'd skewer himself or get caught. Not that close range is good for either of them...
Bakugo maintains a silent hope they don't ever have to fight for real. Stick to kicking ass in training.]
Who the hell's scared? I just beat the shit outta that stupid elevator! [He was so damn fast, you see? Really, that's a fair 80% of his reason for skipping it. He's simply faster. Other 20%'s the lewd risk.
Bakugo heads into the glamorous hallway with all its fancy mirrors and paintings, fake and real plants, chandeliers and elegant lighting among vaulted ceilings and gilded wall decor and designs. Enough ostentatious wealth to make you puke.]
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Date: 7/16/25 02:45 (UTC)[Rude!! He's just still adjusting to present day, that's all. Though he is lowkey starting to regret all the old geezers he messed with and ridiculed. He's starting to see how they feel with all these mortal punks trying to run circles around him.
Bakugo doesn't have to worry about any real fights today, at least. Trouble's in Chobe's blood, but typically, leave him be, and he won't mess with others outside of some (mostly) harmless threats. And for Bakugo, the hero is tolerable (fun) company, and most importantly, hasn't done anything to or said shit about his brother. Can't say the same about others, unfortunately.
But nevermind all that, Chobe's attention is immediately drawn to the excessive, glitzy, over the top decor. He gets a glimpse of himself in a mirror, probably for the first time today, and he snorts. The collar really does look good on him.]
--damn, I forgot how fucking elaborate it is on the other floors. Ain't you just damn lucky living it up like this.
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Date: 7/16/25 03:13 (UTC)Shitty part is, he gets a sparking thrill out of Chobe's threats and lazy aggression. Someone not afraid to spark his explosive keg. He'll never agree with the man's criminal lifestyle and activities, and he'll always stop him if he commits them in his presence. But hell if he's going to play police with the man's life. In the end, neither criminal nor heroic activities in the hotel mean much when it keeps regressing to the status quo. With variety.
He doesn't even know you have a sibling, man.Of course the collar looks good on him! Bakugo picked it out with Chobe right there in front of him. Matching his hair, skin, eyes, and usual choice of hues. They're gonna have to take it off if the upcoming shower ends up happening. Shit didn't seem like it was water-resistant.]
Che. I worked for it, like anyone else can. Luck's got shit to do with it. [Which makes him question the house's aim with this stupid social wheel. If everyone's at the top, who's gonna bother fucking to improve? Completely eliminates one reason people will have sex.
Though with the hundreds of other reasons, maybe it doesn't rightly give a shit. Bakugo stops in front of a large pair of double doors, sweeps his watch past the knob, and pushes one door open with a noiseless glide. An impressive foyer starts out in front of them, spilling into a massive area containing living room, dining room, and kitchen, with closets and a laundry room off to the side.
He toes his boots off at the door and kicks them to a shoe rack/cubby to the side.]
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Date: 7/19/25 17:51 (UTC)You worked for it? Oh my, are you callin' yerself a slut? How scandalous. Didn't think you had it in ya~
[A bite at his lip to stifle a laugh. Chobe couldn't give a shit how many people Bakugo may or may not have slept with--he's probably got far more under his belt from his decades of living, but it doesn't really matter here. It's both surprising and. . .not, to hear the hero embracing the nature of the resort, though. Gotta play the game to break it, after all.
Stepping inside, his ribbing is silenced by just how vast the accommodation is. The highest room he's been invited into so far was a five or six, and this is leagues beyond a bunch of pillows and bed. He follows suit, kicking off his shoes, but he's almost pissed off by how swanky it is.]
Khh! Now this is just overkill!
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Date: 7/19/25 18:50 (UTC)I didn't do it that way, you asshole! [Even if he definitely has done plenty of that scandalous activity. As Chobe knows well enough now. Ten minutes ago.
He's refused to be "forced" into his role here, not embracing or accepting it so much as playing the game on his own terms. And his rank change was likewise also on his own terms, waiting a fair while to research, prepare, and finally spring his gamble. It worked out in his favor, obviously.
Bakugo heads for the kitchen, letting Chobe wander as he wants and look around. His suit is shaped like a diamond in entirety, with an upstairs floor as well. Two large doors rest on either side of the massive area ahead of them, leading off to other rooms with loop towards the back of the diamond, surrounding another room in the center, a pattern repeated upstairs.
Really, Chobe's reaction was mirror to Bakugo's original reaction. The rich opulence made him want to puke.]
Che! Tell me about it! All this shitty gold's disgusting. I can put in a style change at the front desk, but I need to plan everything I want out first.
[When he's done with it, this place is gonna look A LOT tamer...]
You want a water or something else?
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Date: 7/19/25 20:39 (UTC)But he is in fact too distracted looking over the rooms to follow up with another jest, mentally comparing it to lodgings he and his brother are used to. He's not necessarily against such a dripped out suite, and the gold doesn't bother him that much. . .Chobe has his own excessively tacky taste, too. But even thinking of all the hotels and penthouses he and his brother have wormed their way into, this resort still eclipses it all. It really does just go to show how far they still have to go, and makes him question just how much power and wealth is at this peacock ringleader's disposal. (And how do they get their hands on those resources. . .?)
He does think it is absolutely ill-suiting for a personality like Bakugo, however. The guy may have a flashy power, but he gets the impression the hero would opt for practicality over aesthetic. Before he can ask why he hasn't personalized it, the answer gets served to him. He flaps a hand, shrugging away the offer for water, too.]
Hah, hospitable, ain't ya? If you're that worn out, feel free to hydrate yerself.
I was wondering why the hell there wasn't any shit in here that's your speed, not even a punching bag. Guess that's more trouble than it's worth. . .then again, they dumped a shit ton of dirt in my room, tryin' to be funny.
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Date: 7/19/25 21:00 (UTC)Long since accepting and understanding the house runs on magic, all excess opulence and dripping gild is nothing more than some rich-obsessed entity thinking up dreams and making them reality through magic. Of course it completely outpaces anything found in a real world! Imagination isn't bound to a physical limit. One of Bakugo's chairs could pay a small company's wages for a year and still have shit left over for bonuses. No one's getting their hands on the bird's resources unless they can squish their fingers into its grey matter ... is his belief on their situation.
(Wow, tacky. Sup with those snake skin shoes, man?)
Chobe's right about him. While he has his own style and preferences, wealthy shmuck isn't one of them. He doesn't want anyone looking at his room or his person and thinking he "bought" his way into whatever he's doing. He's gonna earn every benefit he gets as much as he can! So no one can doubt his success!]
I'm not worn out, Weed Face!
[He's getting water because he wants a damn drink. Sheesh. And his mom pounded manners into his head even if he delivers them gruffly. Good thing Chobe's not gonna get a water bottle to the face at least...]
I've got a gym room. [Punching bag included.] It's gross. [Gold punching bag covered in feathers. Gold-covered iron bars for weight. The expected luxury.]
Dirt?! The hell'd you do?
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Date: 7/20/25 02:18 (UTC)Magic or proper funding, it really doesn't matter to Chobe. He'll do what he always does--bide his time, attack, and then seize control or profit for himself. Just like back home, just like on that cursed island, and then the evolving streets of Hong Kong. This resort isn't special, he just needs to figure out what makes it tick.
But first he absolutely wants to see that gym. Will he try to steal a gold bar? Entirely possible.]
Hoooh, show me the gym.
[He says, already about to investigate a random room. And he snorts, looking over his shoulder.]
And I didn't do anything. [for once.] They just thought I'd ~prefer~ that over a damn bed due to my condition.
[That is...being a plant. So they gave him some dirt for his roots.]
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Date: 7/20/25 13:04 (UTC)People like Chobe are volatile wildcards when it comes to allying and teaming up. But if they're going to take this shitty peacock down and wrestle its powers into their own control, or something more agreeable, they're going to need all the help they can get. Bakugo's accepted this as the only viable path to succeeding. Good thing a lot of these loose cannons can at least be aimed.
Good luck stealing one. Bakugo may or may no pretend he doesn't notice. Enjoy realizing later it's only gold painted. Not solid.]
You'd prefer? [... why would Chobe-?] Bffft!! Ha ha ha!! Wow! Did they send a watering can down too? [HA! That's fucking hilarious! Chobe sitting wet and grumpy atop a mud pile, water sprinkling down overhead with all encouragement to pop out some pretty petals~ Ah, that's fucking pathetic.] Cute little weed.
[Bakugo heads to one side of the grand central area and pulls open the double doors. It's only a short walk down he hall before he enters another room. Set up inside is a neatly furnished gym, a few weight machines, cardio machines, punching bag (fucking gold-feathered monster), and computerized monitor to track his health + progress + records. There's something very solid about the floor, in the same way you might feel walking over a covering securing something beneath.]
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