[Hearing that yell amid a raucous squawking drags his attention from his half-melted Popsicle to the scene beneath the boardwalk. Bakugo rests his elbows on the sun-warmed wood and looks over his shoulder towards the muscle-bound pests flocking about another beachgoer. What the fuck are those gull-headed freaks after this time? Probably some damn food, like most shitty seagulls. He twitches his hand to prop his dripping frozen treat upward, then turns it slowly in his hand to keep the droplets from falling onto the ground.
That guy in the middle of the group is really getting harassed. Fucking pathetic, just yelling at them isn't gonna help! Bakugo growls at the stupid scene before shoving the rest of his popsicle into his mouth and stripping it off the stick with a jerk of his head. Just in time to watch as the gull knocks the white-haired guy's ice cream off his cone. Fucking hell-
Hiking a leg and bracing his foot on the railing's all he needs to shove off and into the air. Maybe he hasn't gotten the adrenaline (or revenge) out of his system from the time those gulls were pissing him off. But Bakugo's already twisting in the sky, one hand cocked as tiny explosions pops and spark around his palm like so many firecrackers. He swallows down the ice in his mouth before plummeting straight down towards the flock of gullguards.]
FUCKING DIE!! [He slings his hand forward, palm glowing white-hot, and- KA-BOOM!! Smoke, light, heat, concussive force, it's like a grenade goes off right against the gulls. Yells and screeches trail after smoking lifeguards fly all over the place, blasted away from the guy in their midst. Bakugo lands on his feet in the sand, back facing the pissed-off Ragna.] You gonna just stand there or you gonna beat their fucking faces in, ya lame wuss?
Those Who Pound Sand
That guy in the middle of the group is really getting harassed. Fucking pathetic, just yelling at them isn't gonna help! Bakugo growls at the stupid scene before shoving the rest of his popsicle into his mouth and stripping it off the stick with a jerk of his head. Just in time to watch as the gull knocks the white-haired guy's ice cream off his cone. Fucking hell-
Hiking a leg and bracing his foot on the railing's all he needs to shove off and into the air. Maybe he hasn't gotten the adrenaline (or revenge) out of his system from the time those gulls were pissing him off. But Bakugo's already twisting in the sky, one hand cocked as tiny explosions pops and spark around his palm like so many firecrackers. He swallows down the ice in his mouth before plummeting straight down towards the flock of gullguards.]
FUCKING DIE!! [He slings his hand forward, palm glowing white-hot, and- KA-BOOM!! Smoke, light, heat, concussive force, it's like a grenade goes off right against the gulls. Yells and screeches trail after smoking lifeguards fly all over the place, blasted away from the guy in their midst. Bakugo lands on his feet in the sand, back facing the pissed-off Ragna.] You gonna just stand there or you gonna beat their fucking faces in, ya lame wuss?