[if that wish didn't work, then the game itself is rigged by promising something that can't-- or won't --be granted. cause enough for a revolt as soon as that's brought to light. though even with that goal in mind, the sheer scope of how to win, in addition to the myriad of pitfalls the resort might shove at them, makes it a damn pipe dream.

bakugo arches a brow when the other boy finally decides to stand up. he thought he'd be taller, but apparently this guy's a shorty. he's not the tallest person in his class, though he's in the upper half of height percentile. red eyes take a quick up and down on makoto, for nothing other than getting a better look.]

Hn. So you've been thinking about it already. [which makes sense, considering makoto's been here for a while now. who wouldn't be thinking about the "why's" of their capture and what led to it? some people would obviously be distracted by this lifestyle, or willingly dive right in with no urge to think too hard. bakugo's not one of those people. he has a similar doubt as the demon, wondering if the hotel would even honor its promise of a wish, a test his wish has basically built into it. kidnappers suck, and they ultimately only care about themselves.]

No shit. The staff won't say anything if you ask them about it. [it's all just "welcomes" and "greetings" and directions. nothing useful even when bakugo threatened one in anger. just a caution about security. bastard.

he makes a slight noise in annoyance when "working together" comes out of makoto's mouth. of course. as much as he wants to say he can do it on his own... reality's a bitch.] Tch. Bakugo Katsuki.

[fine. he'll play nice. makoto's given him enough information to earn this much.]