[If they get into a real scrap, he might make Chobe eat dirt in a very literal sense. On purpose, purely as a call back to this conversation right now? Maybe. It'd be fucking hilarious if he did, huh. Bakugo might listen to a talk about tao if Chobe offered, half purely out of the man being open with him (and he's a power/ability nerd). Nah, this guy wouldn't drone on about that kinda training crap.
Good to know his annoying not-friend bastard is more human than plant. Start growing seeds during sex and Bakugo's gonna look at him like a genuine weirdo! Grow seeds during a training spar and his curiosity would pique. Mostly he's seen vines, leaves, and bark, but knows Chobe can pop out flowers if he's in the mood (welcome to more teasing should the explosive blonde see him do it). Gonna taunt him like a middle school bully having all his fun.
Bastard, what kind of idiot did you take him for, thinking you could pull a fast one on him?! His reaction speed's insane (and he knows Chobe well enough by now to expect some shittery). Snarling anger hits the water; smug pride swirls among bubbles and rushing current. HAH! Got him! Fuck, he wishes he could've heard Chobe's stupid gag when he got reverse-fished into the pool. Makes it even better with the man asking for the damn leash at the start of this! Baaaka.
Bakugo slams his arm atop the lane pools side, trying to haul himself out before its current shoves him into the far wall. Bastard, this isn't a fucking lazy river! It's for swimming! Fingers plant and he hauls himself out with a snarl, soaking wet and dripping everywhere. Red eyes blaze over his shoulder, as if he could plow Chobe into the wall with looks alone. Buuut... that pathetic scrambling sight behind him? Fucking wet cat spidering outta there.]
Bleeeh! [Maturity.] Baka! I knew you'd try to pull some kinda shit like that! How's that water taste, Collar Boy?
[He should have known, and honesty he probaby did know, but when you're rotten to your core, one can't help but get up to a bit of mischief. Though honestly, if he had time to think, he'd be annoyed at himself for being so predictable. Gotta work on that, former bandit king.
He scrambles back on to dry land, vines flailing around as if trying to find something to grasp, but as he shakes the excess water from himself while on all fours. . .yeah, that dignity's at the bottom of that artificial river. His leash clanks against the floor as he lays flat, letting his vines calm down and retract back into exposed skin. He mutters against the surface, exasperated. Definitely no tao talks today.]
Baaaka. [Not shutting up on purpose. There's someone else in the resort Bakugo's learned to trust nothing of what he says. Chobe likewise is someone he always has a wary eye on whenever he's with him. Backstabbing? Not in the fatally dangerous way (most of the time) but in other ways, damn right! Sneak strikes, sucker punches, jump. Don't be too down on yourself, Chobe. Half of it's Bakugo's pure reaction speed. The guy can dodge bullets.
Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance as he strips his shirt off and wrings it out over the pool. Bastard. Sloggy pants and all go stomping to his room's control panel, keying in two controls. Water slows from gushing stream to bubbling brook to still lapping as its jets ease off. While Chobe's over there shaking himself off like a garden dog monster boy. His leash doesn't help the image at all.]
[That doesn't make sense Chobe!! He slaps a hand against his head, once last knock to get any waters out his ears, and he'll finally push himself off the floor. No amount of shaking is gonna dry him though, so he's just gonna be a soggy plant bastard now.]
If you expected it ya shouldn't have let it happen, punk. Next time I'll drown ya.
[Big words coming from the drowned plant, but he means it. One last vine works to wring out his own shirt, and he slings it over a shoulder, huffing. Or pouting, depending on one's perspective.]
[Calling him out on his bullshit. More water pours from his shirt, crushed in a twisted wring between his hands. Material and fabric threatens to rip (so it seems), then relaxes as he lets go of one side, no worse for wear. Damn thing's going in the dryer soon.]
Che! As if you could hold onto me long enough.
[*ba-krak-Ka-booM!* Bakugo leers over his smoking hand, fingers clawed in a reminder of his own explosions. Not this first time he's broken out of someone attempting to throttle him. If he really wanted to keep Chobe's potential threat down, he'd never have let him in the suite.]
I'll go get a change of clothes. Stay here.
[He's not gonna have Chobe walk his sloggy butt all over his suite.]
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Date: 8/6/25 00:56 (UTC)Good to know his annoying not-friend bastard is more human than plant. Start growing seeds during sex and Bakugo's gonna look at him like a genuine weirdo! Grow seeds during a training spar and his curiosity would pique. Mostly he's seen vines, leaves, and bark, but knows Chobe can pop out flowers if he's in the mood (welcome to more teasing should the explosive blonde see him do it). Gonna taunt him like a middle school bully having all his fun.
Bastard, what kind of idiot did you take him for, thinking you could pull a fast one on him?! His reaction speed's insane (and he knows Chobe well enough by now to expect some shittery). Snarling anger hits the water; smug pride swirls among bubbles and rushing current. HAH! Got him! Fuck, he wishes he could've heard Chobe's stupid gag when he got reverse-fished into the pool. Makes it even better with the man asking for the damn leash at the start of this! Baaaka.
Bakugo slams his arm atop the lane pools side, trying to haul himself out before its current shoves him into the far wall. Bastard, this isn't a fucking lazy river! It's for swimming! Fingers plant and he hauls himself out with a snarl, soaking wet and dripping everywhere. Red eyes blaze over his shoulder, as if he could plow Chobe into the wall with looks alone. Buuut... that pathetic scrambling sight behind him? Fucking wet cat spidering outta there.]
Bleeeh! [Maturity.] Baka! I knew you'd try to pull some kinda shit like that! How's that water taste, Collar Boy?
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Date: 8/9/25 02:26 (UTC)[He should have known, and honesty he probaby did know, but when you're rotten to your core, one can't help but get up to a bit of mischief. Though honestly, if he had time to think, he'd be annoyed at himself for being so predictable. Gotta work on that, former bandit king.
He scrambles back on to dry land, vines flailing around as if trying to find something to grasp, but as he shakes the excess water from himself while on all fours. . .yeah, that dignity's at the bottom of that artificial river. His leash clanks against the floor as he lays flat, letting his vines calm down and retract back into exposed skin. He mutters against the surface, exasperated. Definitely no tao talks today.]
Ya got fuckin' lucky.
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Date: 8/9/25 04:45 (UTC)Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance as he strips his shirt off and wrings it out over the pool. Bastard. Sloggy pants and all go stomping to his room's control panel, keying in two controls. Water slows from gushing stream to bubbling brook to still lapping as its jets ease off. While Chobe's over there shaking himself off like a garden dog monster boy. His leash doesn't help the image at all.]
That was all reflex, you sulking shit!
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Date: 8/10/25 17:55 (UTC)[That doesn't make sense Chobe!! He slaps a hand against his head, once last knock to get any waters out his ears, and he'll finally push himself off the floor. No amount of shaking is gonna dry him though, so he's just gonna be a soggy plant bastard now.]
If you expected it ya shouldn't have let it happen, punk. Next time I'll drown ya.
[Big words coming from the drowned plant, but he means it. One last vine works to wring out his own shirt, and he slings it over a shoulder, huffing. Or pouting, depending on one's perspective.]
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Date: 8/10/25 21:18 (UTC)[Calling him out on his bullshit. More water pours from his shirt, crushed in a twisted wring between his hands. Material and fabric threatens to rip (so it seems), then relaxes as he lets go of one side, no worse for wear. Damn thing's going in the dryer soon.]
Che! As if you could hold onto me long enough.
[*ba-krak-Ka-booM!* Bakugo leers over his smoking hand, fingers clawed in a reminder of his own explosions. Not this first time he's broken out of someone attempting to throttle him. If he really wanted to keep Chobe's potential threat down, he'd never have let him in the suite.]
I'll go get a change of clothes. Stay here.
[He's not gonna have Chobe walk his sloggy butt all over his suite.]