He never liked the raptors. He wanted them gone, dead. Things were so much quieter, much more peaceful, with those feral scums away. He doesn't regret hurting Masie but it wasn't intentional. He didn't even think he could burn to touch but the more he thought about it, the more he realises that perhaps Masie wasn't the first case. He remembers one time going out on the beach, annoyed that Victor was so cheerfully watching a group of children play tag. It annoyed him. He's never been too fond of kids but Victor pulled him into the game, infuriating the Reaver so much that his pride got the best of him. He chased that sled dog around and, he guesses he didn't look too much into it, but Victor looked a little hurt when he finally caught him. He thought it was from the swat but it was possible that his body temperature had been hot enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to burn like Masie, but it should have been an indicator that his awfully high temperature was not just something Bakugou thought he was feeling but something that was real and actually happening. He could hurt others by a mere touch. He never wanted that to happen, never really thought about how he would feel if he hurt someone unintentionally. Normally it was on purpose.

Bakugou scrunches his nose, seeing how Junji appeared to try and treat the small creature. He was, perhaps, far enough not to be immediately noticed. The fire that usually surrounded his tail had died out, the male too tired to radiate any more heat from his body. He was still warm from the initial burst of heat but he couldn't use his fire elementals from their subconscious overuse, now only ashes that were becoming cold. He twitches an ear at Luca, flinching a little but slowly relaxing when he heard what the other Reaver was saying. He agreed. It was best they just killed off the young thing, knowing that she would become yet another nuisance to deal with. They were only...pets. He didn't view them the same as other members. Surely, he thinks, they can be killed without consequence. The worse of it would be to deal with Owen and the rest of the raptors but he doesn't feel so afraid of them. If he kills one raptor, he may as well kill off the rest. He wouldn't stop at one.

To be honest, he appreciated that Owen claimed that the injury on the girl's muzzle wasn't his fault. His mind refused to let him think that way but now he understood that he was dangerous. He couldn't touch anyone and it was only elevating his problem to become worse. And yet the heated argument from Luca and Owen was beginning to turn his mind away, heart beginning to thud because he wanted to join in. He couldn't help himself, hating to watch the way the situation was turning sour, hating to let words be left alone. Although Luca had given his own valid reason for continuing to dislike Owen, Bakugou couldn't hold himself back at one of things that Owen had said to justify why it was okay for him to continue existing the way he did.

The ragdoll's own aggression begins to appear upon his face, growling at Owen the same rumble that the indominous rex had given him when Masie so foolishly touched him. "He ain't allowed to hate you and the raptors because he's immortal? And you're sayin' you knew Luca was immortal the whole time? Fuckin' bullshit," Bakugou speaks up, not caring that Owen had a bone to pick with him when he openly walks out with a hiss. "Now I don't know what the fuck the tiny details were but what I'm gettin' at is that you're gonna kill who you want with those disgustin' pets of yours without carin' about the consequences. So what if Luca's immortal? What if ya killed someone mortal, what do ya say to that? 'Oh my fuckin' bad they're dead - thought they'd regenerate'?!" Leave it to Bakugou to continue exploding a situation, igniting it further. He wasn't one to be on Luca's side but he sure as hell didn't like Owen more. It was enough to pull all his anxieties of the demon away for just one moment.

It's easy to let anger cloud your judgement, allow words to become twisted. This was the thrill of arguing, adding fuel to a fire that just needed a little more to explode. His eyes narrow in amusement towards Owen's response, the fury that boiled within him. He tries not to grin but he knows his smug face is coming, beginning to form around his features, lips curling at the mention of his name. Ah, he had really gotten him, he'd touched the other's temper. "My issue was towards you saying that you can't be blamed because Luca's immortal and should therefore forgive you, not the fact that you were fightin' to protect your stupid home," the Reaver replies, curling his tail behind him. He knew there was no way Owen would have known that Luca would regenerate from dying unless he had met the demon before, in circumstances that didn't involve bloodshed. He was mad. He wanted Owen to be crushed beneath the weight of everything, to realise how badly Bakugou hated those feral creatures. He doesn't blame Luca for maintaining a grudge. "You attacked Luca with the intent to kill, not carin' at the time if he was going to bloody regenerate, so of fuckin' course he's going to hold grudges."

The ragdoll snorts when he sees the indominous rex leave, feeling his shoulders loosen. Truthfully, he doesn't have the energy to keep arguing. He just wanted to see the raptor trainer crushed beneath his words because he didn't like the other male. He does, however, believe there to be a truth in his words. If this had been Luciferus or Feliks speaking, he was pretty sure that the way sentences were chained together would be less aggressive and more or less like a correction of the other's character, a way to clear up the fire. All Bakugou has ever known was to make things worse, sanguine eyes burning in Owen's direction as he left before huffing with a snort. As far as he was concerned, he had gotten the last laugh and oh boy did that feel good.