This was a nice change. No bell, no nothing. Just a dog waiting out there for him to growl at, a creature who looked no older than he was. But as Bakugou approaches, rather neutrally at first, he begins to recognise the irregularities of the german shepherd, a discomfort being to bedazzle his initially vacant mind. He stops, still quite far from the canine but immediately unsettled, almost disgusted. Were those supposed to be...eyes? Round bulges protruding from the furred flesh, some moving like as though it had its own brain. An alien parasite growing from the skin, peering at him. The privateer is afraid to throw up, to eject his innards onto the leaf-decorated ground. No creature should need that many eyes. He can't even count them because staring at the canine for longer than a few seconds made boiling acids dare to reach his mouth. He's never felt so sick just looking at someone. Sure, a few extra eyes were manageable. He's seen Typhooners with extra seeing-orbs such as Rosemary who had twice the amount a normal cat needed, likely enhancing the soothsayer's depth perception, but this was just...too much, a mistake in nature's code.

"You look disgustin', y'know that?" Bakugou says, not particularly looking for a fight but needing to say it aloud because he can't stand the idea of coming any closer to the male as if he had no qualms with the pup's looks. The ragdoll's fur was bristled. His skin, despite his overwhelming body heat, felt cold in genuine discomfort. He doesn't know that the multitude of eyes which so grossly decorated the boy's body brought Rocket his own kind of shame and distrust, but Bakugou was far too concerned with his own feelings to even consider the possibility that the german shepherd already knew. "So are you just 'ere to show your ugly face or do you want somethin'?"