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: 8/9/25 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.]