[ Bakugo goes incandescent in his ire, a single bulb burning brighter and hotter and closer to shattering. Playing the idiot is not a way to dissuade him from his path, it's just insulting, to be given a fool's response -- as if the wave-watcher is naive to what he's doing. He shines, a veritable lighthouse of a boy against the cliffside, elbows bent and shoulders squared off against the flashy boy he wants to just --
give one good shove.
He doesn't look like much at all. ] Do I?
[ Translation: now he means everything about you, good job. He's escalated this to the next level, like playing rage-chicken without any intention to get out of the way. ]
no subject
give one good shove.
He doesn't look like much at all. ] Do I?
[ Translation: now he means everything about you, good job. He's escalated this to the next level, like playing rage-chicken without any intention to get out of the way. ]