11-19-2018, 02:52 AM
"Lucifer's older than all of us. If you have no faith in his abilities than so be it," he growls to Owen. One of the principles that surrounded the ragdoll was the ability to prove oneself. The raptor hunter's suggestion only meant that he didn't believe the Officer was capable of fending his own. The Rosebloods were no threat to him and Owen's reaction was only annoying him further. It was the same as seeing others defend him, the great annoyance he felt when Goldenluxury had the audacity to speak up and step in between Bakugou and Caesar when they were about to fight. He had to prove himself. There is no point in babying each other. It only bothers him more when The Typhoon extends themselves as a charity to lost souls and the like. They are not a motel. They are pirates. There is no room for mindless compassion strewn about the island and yet there is. "If you love The Rosebloods so much go ahead and save them if you don't want them obliterated. But it won't be my fault if you get destroyed in the process since you'd already be a traitor by then." Smoke flares from his nostrils at Owen's disgusting nickname, the male snarling further. "I don't give two shits if you go after him but you'll just be dead weight for Lucifer to carry, idiot."