[ Oh good! Someone whose reaction to this world was equally violent! ...Almost. Bakugo is squeaking him out with that bombastic entrance alone. It's been a few months for this particular SS-Class Criminal— a time that's done a fair job in tempering his own short fuse. Little does the House consider, however, is that they couldn't get rid of it. Especially when he gets a full dose of ragery spat back in his face without the actual spittle. ]

WHO YOU CALLING LAME ASS, YOU CARPET BOMBING DIPSHIT!?

[ Technically that wasn't a carpet bomb, but go off? Bakugo is gonna be the one he punches next in about five seconds. ...Or, rather, he would have been if it hadn't been for the sudden arrival of a trio of even beefier seagull-headed individuals. Flanked by one freaky ass fishheaded person. Like the polar opposite of a sexy mermaid/merman depending on who you ask. They're all wearing blank tank tops. They all look like this beach's security. One of them even cracks their neck while giving them both a glare. With those beady little eyes.

Oh. Sounds like they're both in trouble now. Ragna's fury at the punk is pacified, if only temporarily as he has his attentions on the newcomers that are simply here to detain the raucous duo.

Shit... He ain't going to jail here for the first time over something as stupid as dropped ice cream. ]

Tch, [ He clicks his tongue. ] I guess it can't be helped.

[ He pulls on his right glove, fixing the group approaching them with a glare. ]

After I've settled things with these freaks, you're next.