Being a ragdoll was something he thought he'd never get used to. He supposed his size didn't reflect his combat ability but from time to time, his smallness still bothered him. Although there was a good number of members who roamed within a feline body, Bakugou noticed there was a good number of pirates who were dragons, big cats, canines or some other kind of mythical or extinct creature like a gryphon or a raptor. He was small and part of him felt a little jealous. Even Kirishima was a dragon - much, much bigger than the Reaver. If he wasn't careful, he could be stepped on. But Bakugou doesn't let himself hang up over these things. He knows that will size comes sacrificed speed and agility. It offers more strength but the ragdoll's fighting techniques focused on vantage points and finding ways to adapt. Larger foes were easier to adapt against than smaller and more nimbler creatures. The larger you were, the bigger your target on your back. But he supposes, when it comes to Owen, he had smaller raptors by his size. Well, not exactly small but size was a big disadvantage to anyone who wanted to face Owen alone...for Owen was seemingly never alone.

It's not difficult either to see Owen protruding like the trees, head literally in the clouds. He's never really wanted to be insanely tall. Bakugou has always been content with being the average height because it was an in-between when it came to the advantages of being small or tall. It let him be more flexible. Regardless, he thought Owen's exceeding height to be rather amusing. A big body for a big head. He knew Owen to be a bit of narcissist. He doesn't trust the raptor trainer. The Reaver raises a figurative brow. Teleporting to a nearby branch to get higher up. He would rather not shout. "Aren't you high and mighty?" he snarks, flicking an ear at the male, "Careful. Ya might roll over and crush all your raptors... though that sounds like somethin' that'd give me a good laugh." His eyes then flicker towards the baby raptor who was screeching and clambering along Owen's body. The male snorts at the child's panic, caring little about the vermin - it was her fault for existing. "Looks like she might fall. I always wondered what a dead raptor would look like."

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He rolls his eyes, unsure if Owen was being serious or attempting to threaten him not to hurt his children because Bakugou was clearly not shitting himself. But, then again, anyone would know that the ragdoll probably wouldn't attempt to injure the prehistoric reptiles himself. He would rather not have anything to do with them and he gets the feeling that, although feral, they counted like any other member of The Typhoon. Hurting them would therefore not be an option for the Reaver. This doesn't stay in his mind for long though because he begins to feel a growing shadow approaching, ears suddenly prick on high alert when the familiar rumble of Luciferus appears. As always, the old creature speaks with an unattainable nonchalance. Despite the calmness, he feels eyes watching him - eyes that radiate a negative aura. Well, he can't help it that he hates the raptors. One of them had, after all, attacked him and he wasn't going to let that go. Bakugou was the type to hold grudges and with his closing mastery on his abilities, he is more than willing to injure and fight them again. This time, he knows he will win - perhaps even kill them in the name of self defense.

Regardless, after hearing the two speak about having reptilian children, the male decides to take his leave. There's no other reason for him to be here speaking to giants, deciding to take his leave by teleporting off his branch and walking home.