ICE KEEP DROPPING - open; scars

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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.