10-15-2018, 01:24 AM
This was annoying but here he was, easily absorbed by any challenge. He hates it when others look down on him, hates it when he loses that he's running angrily after Victor, ready to swat him with a heated paw. His blood was boiling now, steaming and sizzling within the confines of his vessels. If anyone was to bump him now, they would probably get burned as his feet kick past the sand, grains flying everywhere like dust left behind by a racing car. "FUCK YOU," he yells back at Victor's taunts, refusing to be called a 'kitten' of all sorts. He hates children and wouldn't want to be compared to them. His time with them was nearing an end. He was almost twelve months old, an adult in the lifespan of a cat. Funnily enough, his childishness always appeared in what he didn't pay attention to. He doesn't realise he's been drawn into a game of tag because his ego doesn't let him see it. Bakugou skids around a corner, stopping himself from losing his balance before seeing his chance to try and leap onto Victor, hitting the back of his head with the side of his paw. It shouldn't hurt, but it'd probably burn from how hot his body was. If he failed, he'd land on the sand, toppling and rolling until he gets up and tries again.