teen angst bullshit【☆】joiner

[Luca]

Luca had already gone on and on about how much he hated his family. He hated the strict rules, the pressure to fit in. He envied the Rouxs and their rather positive relationships as a whole, and had found himself wishing on more than one occasion that his father had been more like Pincher or Jacob. Maybe then his mother wouldn't have been struggling to support all her children, and maybe then Luca wouldn't have been sent of to fend for himself. He should have run away, like Harper did. He had always been good at running away from his problems- he should have ran and never looked back. But then again, he wondered if he even could have. Maybe it was predetermined that he would stay and meet the two that his souls had been entwined with. Fate, or something of the sorts. He found himself scoffing at the thought, his single healthy eye trained intensely on the ground in front of him. There was no use in worrying about fate and all the things it entailed. As long as he had the illusion of freedom, he could live peacefully.

It was the brewing argument that caught the hellhound's attention, bringing him over to the small group. His eyes moved from Bakugou to Linux. 'Bickering children,' he thought with mild amusement, as if he were any better than them when it came to pointless arguments. "Paws," he gently corrected Bakugou, a smugness lacing his low voice. "Technically she's licking her paws." Did he gain anything from being an asshole? Not really, nothing aside from the satisfaction he wore on his face like a badge. Paw licking was serious business, after all, and he wouldn't stand idly by why Bakugou disrespected the practice. The smirk on his maw was gone when he turned his gaze to the unfamiliar feline, though, the one that half resembled the spitfire reaver than had been insulting he earlier. "What's going on here anyway?" He asked after a brief pause. A joining, he assumed, but he could never be too sure.