how come i never seen your face 'round here?

[bigdamnhiro]

[Admittedly, Hiro's been waffling on this for a couple of weeks now. He doesn't want to do it, but the idea still gives him that little thrill of adrenaline he used to get every time he pulled up the rankings and schedules to find a new spot to hit.

Only problem is the last time he did this, he got himself in major trouble. And then he left it behind for a newer, probably better direction. Sort of.

So taking Baymax out to do hero things isn't exactly the same as bot fighting, but it's similar. Just more constructive. Which is maybe where he got the idea to constructively, actually take Baymax into the bot fighting rings. For justice.

Which is why this evening he's been fidgeting at his desk, intermittently messing with algorithms on his computer, and then he finally just picks the laptop up and walks over to plop it onto Gogo's workstation, looking serious.]

Hey. Gogo. Can we talk?

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[letitgogo]

Right...I know how to put on a show.

[She's a racer, she knows the dangers of a place like this but she glances around.]

You look after yourself, okay?

[bigdamnhiro]

[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.]

[letitgogo]

I'll be careful, Hiro.

[She gives a small smile. She knows he's concerned--he doesn't want any of the team to get hurt. Not that she blames him after what happened.

Now this looked like something out of the movies. She follows, keeping a watch out for the Fujita she saw at the race.]

[bigdamnhiro]

[Luckily, she's not hard to find. Unluckily, she's at the bar getting drinks with her boss.

Yama's looking a little more dressed up tonight - not track pants and jogging jackets, but tailored pinstripes and a fedora. Hiro sucks in a breath and nudges Gogo.]

Hey. Check it out.

[He jerks his head toward the bar, and then he's gone, ducked behind Baymax for cover. He and Yama aren't friends, and he's not counting on the big guy not to remember his face.]

[letitgogo]

Looks like someone dressed up.

[It's a little ridiculous but she guesses if you had the money then sometimes it was best to throw your weight around like that. Yama's definitely a big shot.]</small.