He looks up at him, sees the wings and halo, sighs, flips Bakugou off, and goes back to smoking
He looks up and sighs
"Listen Angelito, I eat your kind for breakfast. So why don't you do us both a favor and go back to polishing your halo?"
"Mm...then you're a dumbass. There's really not that much up here..."
"So I guess you weren't natural born then...you were a hero before you died?"
"Oh...that sucks..."
