08-06-2018, 07:08 AM
He's never really been a pal of the ocean. They shared qualities alike such as their distaste in being commanded around and contained, but they were also different being that water flowed and Bakugou just voluntarily smashed into everything in his path. Despite this, most days Bakugou would come to simply stop and stare at the ocean at least three times in twenty-four hours. There's no reason for it but he just does it, maybe it is to pass the time or maybe it is because he's at loss for what to do, as if looking for answers in the foaming tides. In fact, it had been within one of those moments that in the corner of his scarlet gaze that he noticed the water being commanded and controlled, lifted up by none other than a feline. He blinked, immediately threatened by the raw power before him. He had fire elementals himself but for someone to be able to bring the ocean to a halt made him immediately feel inferior. He avoided growling though (look, character progress) but his eyes still shot bitter daggers towards Junji, not caring that the male had just survived a drowning.
"Ah, how convenient," he drawls in a grumble, looking at the male with vexation. He doesn't really care about the injuries dappled along the tom's body - that, of course, was something Caesar had already addressed. Bakugou merely snorted then huffed in his own found amusement, "Wonderful. We have a fuckin' fire brigade now."
"Ah, how convenient," he drawls in a grumble, looking at the male with vexation. He doesn't really care about the injuries dappled along the tom's body - that, of course, was something Caesar had already addressed. Bakugou merely snorted then huffed in his own found amusement, "Wonderful. We have a fuckin' fire brigade now."