[ No need to say anything, the drug use is enough of a comment on the manner of person he's squaring off with. Bakugo remembers, loosely, the middle-school kids he used to run with. A pack of halfwits, but they'd fed his ego well enough, unless they were lighting up cigarettes or nicking beer cans out of stores. Like it made them tough or something, instead of threatening his livelihood and future. ]
Yeah? Why don't you come a little closer then, put it right here, you fuck.
[ As he says it, he puts the basket of eels down. Like a knife, drawn slow and fluid from its hiding spot, he drags one of his gloves off and drops his hand low - like he's ready to take a fistful of Kavinsky -- but, judging by the way the palm of his his hand sparks and cracks with explosions, he's got his own opinions about what he'll do once he gets a hold of him. ]
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Yeah? Why don't you come a little closer then, put it right here, you fuck.
[ As he says it, he puts the basket of eels down. Like a knife, drawn slow and fluid from its hiding spot, he drags one of his gloves off and drops his hand low - like he's ready to take a fistful of Kavinsky -- but, judging by the way the palm of his his hand sparks and cracks with explosions, he's got his own opinions about what he'll do once he gets a hold of him. ]