Kaz looks up at Baku, face flushed. A strand of hair falls in his face.
Kaz: W-what!?
He moves the hair out of his face
Kaz self consiously runs his free hand through his hair
Kaz: W-what's wrong with my hair?
Kaz rolls his eyes Kaz: Yeah, whatever pomeranian...
Kaz smirks
Kaz: You heard me.
