11-19-2018, 02:12 AM
His ear twitches. "We ain't a fuckin' hospital," he hisses. He hates it when foreigners stroll up to The Typhoon expecting to be healed for free. They weren't a charity and he would rather they just turned away those who weren't looking to join, those who were dead weight to begin with. His maw parts in irritation, black smoke swelling into the atmosphere when his eyes catch onto Peppino. He had initially been impressed by Pincher's son but now the sage merely annoys him. Too compassionate, too kind for strangers who have done nothing to deserve it. Heck, he doesn't even expect the boy to try and heal him if he is injured. At least he isn't some loud teen who thinks he is entitled to being saved by The Typhoon, glaring daggers towards the male. "That's why I replied with 'and no', dumbass. If you're going to have the audacity to be obnoxious, then don't cry and scream when I rip that metal leg of yours and use it to stab that warmed heart of yours."
Bakugou snarls when he looks at Peppino working away, ear twitching in irritation. "You're the only sage we have left and you're wasting your resources on a piece of shit who came ringing the bell thinking he's entitled to seek medical care. I had really thought more of you, Pipsqueak."
Bakugou snarls when he looks at Peppino working away, ear twitching in irritation. "You're the only sage we have left and you're wasting your resources on a piece of shit who came ringing the bell thinking he's entitled to seek medical care. I had really thought more of you, Pipsqueak."