Bakugou had housed a number of injuries across his body but none particularly notable enough. They were mainly scratches and deep wounds resulting from clumsiness in blacksmithing or his training, but the ragdoll almost always had some kind of bandage covering him for a recent cut. His long fur, however, often covered the scarred appearance, the spoilt skin beneath him. He also never had to worry about infections, his body being rather efficient at healing due to his hot blood. At the same time, when it came to the worse of his wounds, his body had been thrown into a coma to regenerate. He never experienced anything worse than just a cut so he never had moments where he felt unhappy with his appearance. To be honest, he also thought it to be a waste of time to want to do something about things that couldn't be helped. No matter how many bandages one could put to cover the scars, the fact remained that there were scars beneath the cover, even scars beneath the skin. It was a matter of how one chose to move on, the mindset that they chose to adopt. Therefore the male had never been too fussed about shaking away the remnant of ashes that coated his pelt, not too worried about how he appeared. He would just become a mess again. It was inconvenient.

He heard Caesar's yell, lowering his ears and grimacing because he was wondering what exactly the cranky officer was thinking of this time. He wasn't ready to hear him out, sanguine eyes shifting towards the look of water streaming through the ground, entering the soils to be absorbed. Bakugou would have also been rather peeved to have water spilled on him, annoyed that the girl wasn't looking where she was going, but he couldn't help but be extra petty towards the savannah because of how dramatic he had been acting. While he agreed with Caesar's shock and disgust at his promotion, he wasn't going to bend over and lick his paws. He was still going to treat the male the same way he always had. "Yeah, Technopaw, you missed his fucked up excuse for a face," the ragdoll says, gaze glistening towards the angry demon. This was why either Bakugou or Caesar would have been a horrible choice to hold as any high position. They were both awful. "Put more effort into it next time. You almost convinced me it was an accident." He knew it wasn't intentional but he still thought he'd say it for the fun of it.

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His ears twitched at Feliks. Even if Bakugou had maintained his old rank of Reaver, he would have pretty much reacted the same to the dream demon. He didn't like Caesar, it was as simple as that. It was the same as how Bakugou would react if anyone was throwing a tantrum about getting a bit of water on their fur. If it had been Goldenluxury or Kirishima, he would have said the same thing. The ragdoll simply snarls at the griffon's comment before being immediately distracted by Masie, the male growing increasingly irritated. It was obvious that the aggression of this situation was being to elevate beyond control when Technopaw returned Caesar's snap and Caesar pulled his 'higher rank' card. He glares at Luciferus before he realised who he was looking at and what the dragon was saying, the male having absorbed all the hostility in the air that just about anyone looked like an enemy. He was stressed enough with dealing with Caesar's salt towards him, annoyed that it had to be him who had to get the short end of the stick.

You petty shit," the male finally says, referring to the Head Officer when his sanguine eyes landed directly onto him. "If you're gonna play the motherfuckin' rank game then as your superior I'm telling you to fuck off. And if you're going to ignore me, then obviously you can't say shit in the name of your superiority." Bakugou wasn't a pleasant character and, unless he wasn't aware of it himself, he wasn't fond of hypocrites. He didn't like saying one thing and not following his own words.