[Hell no! They're prime targets for being shot! The bell hasn't gone off to stop the flurry of arrows and Charlie can bet his pasty ass people who haven't managed to shoot Bakugo are definitely attempting to capitalize on the jumpy target being brought down! If they're both down, then they can get the fuck out of here! He's already climbing to his feet.
Shaking Charlie off is apparently NOT as easy. Bakugo snarls when the guy points out the obvious and he stalks towards the perimeter, half attempting to keep the prying going, half focusing on getting free of the arena itself. Charlie's at least helping with the walking, so long as their legs don't get all tangled. An arrow whizzes by, barely missing them, and he slams an explosion behind them to rocket both himself and Charlie out of bounds.
That damn iron grip isn't letting go and his body is starting to heat up from the activity and... something else. Shit. He lands on his feet outside the perimeter, dodging another arrow and pulling Charlie out of the way of a second.] We're out, dammit! Are you gonna cling to me all day?
[Apparently. Can they at least stagger walk down to the locker rooms again? Charlie's clinging touches are starting to elicit more responses, like a growl, a flexing muscle, or a slight grunt of breath.]
how can an icon be cute and very unnerving at the same time?
Shaking Charlie off is apparently NOT as easy. Bakugo snarls when the guy points out the obvious and he stalks towards the perimeter, half attempting to keep the prying going, half focusing on getting free of the arena itself. Charlie's at least helping with the walking, so long as their legs don't get all tangled. An arrow whizzes by, barely missing them, and he slams an explosion behind them to rocket both himself and Charlie out of bounds.
That damn iron grip isn't letting go and his body is starting to heat up from the activity and... something else. Shit. He lands on his feet outside the perimeter, dodging another arrow and pulling Charlie out of the way of a second.] We're out, dammit! Are you gonna cling to me all day?
[Apparently. Can they at least stagger walk down to the locker rooms again? Charlie's clinging touches are starting to elicit more responses, like a growl, a flexing muscle, or a slight grunt of breath.]