08-28-2018, 06:03 AM
He doesn't know if he can relate to that warm, bubbling feeling that Kirishima experienced. After all, the ragdoll felt a lot of emotions, sizzling away from beneath his sin, trying to crawl out from all the creaks and cracks of his flesh and fur. Some days, he's convinced himself he'll go mad one day. He'll become so bottled up from all these unknown qualities swimming about his mind that eventually he'll explode. He'd scream to the world until his own ears popped, destroy the word with a boom of his sound, his own... - Bakugou finches at the wave of his friend's paws, droplets of water touching his face before he, on instinct, creates a dreadful wall of flame. It seers the molecules which were directed towards him, turning immediately into steam. His eyes were not flickering the same crackling flames they usually did, but were instead like dying coals, lit only by the embers which dared to breathe in the loveless landscape. "You fuckin' challenging me?" Bakugou snarks, suddenly roaring to life when he jumps directly into the water, kicking at the shallow tide in Kirishima's direction. "Bring it, sore-eyes."