One side of Kirishima's mouth pulls in vague annoyance at the 'question'. "A win's a win." At least where this particular issue is concerned, he thinks. Not that he's admitting the opponent was weak!

Sandshrew's ploy, if that is what it is, succeeds as Machop lets out a small cry and flies flat back onto his butt in an attempt to spring away from Sandshrew. An indignant little snort and pout follows, though Machop seems less concerned with the Sandshrew than he is looking about the camp. Quilava isn't about, right?

"Yeah? I got more of a cool sort of vibe, not too hot or cold." Maybe Bakugou was right and Kirishima really did have some sort of affinity with stone. The redhead busies himself with rolling up his sleeping bag and gathering up the rest of their camp as he speaks. "So... if you know what day it is, does that mean you've been keeping up with the network?"