[Hiro fidgets uncomfortably, sheepish at the concern.]
Yeah, well...you make sure to stay out of trouble, too. Don't get hurt just for a little info.
[He tugs his hood up, motioning for Baymax and Gogo to follow as he slips in through the door behind a couple of tattooed thugs, into a bot fighting world that's way beyond anything he ever experienced back in his days in the ring.
Hiro's used to small, back alley affairs. This? Is a party. There's a fully equipped raised fighting ring in the center of the room, lights flashing, loud music, even a bartender serving drinks off to one side; this is probably the kind of place Yama prefers to spend his time.]
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Yeah, well...you make sure to stay out of trouble, too. Don't get hurt just for a little info.
[He tugs his hood up, motioning for Baymax and Gogo to follow as he slips in through the door behind a couple of tattooed thugs, into a bot fighting world that's way beyond anything he ever experienced back in his days in the ring.
Hiro's used to small, back alley affairs. This? Is a party. There's a fully equipped raised fighting ring in the center of the room, lights flashing, loud music, even a bartender serving drinks off to one side; this is probably the kind of place Yama prefers to spend his time.]