If he was being honest, he didn't know why he was so calm. He had excepted himself to freak out over the fact that he had died and he was now a animal. Perhaps, he was more mature or something like that. He didn't understand any of the physics of being an animal. He didn't like that he couldn't grab things as easily as he could when he had hands, plus walking on three legs was strange, as he often struggled to walk properly and he fell. A lot.

He had expected Bakugou to burst into laughter after he had told him about the boulder and the unicorn and to tell him to get a hold of himself. Bakugou wasn't the nicest person in the world, nor did he have the best personality. But, neither of those mattered, he considered the ragdoll as one of his closest friends, alongside Kaminari, Sero and Mina. Another thing he missed, was having the company of all four of his close friends. "I don't know, honestly. I don't think I can trust anyone- aside from you and Tokoyami- there." He would admit, shuffling his paws in awkwardness.

Kirishima found himself staring into Bakugou's sanguine-colored eyes, a small frown on his maw as he studied the other male's facial expressions. Almost like a snake's. Cold and showing no clear emotions. He had grown used to seeing an angry look on the other's face, as he was always angry with the rest of their class and their teachers. But, now he seemed to be a little more calm. Kirishima isn't a naturally independent creature. He found that his Quirk had worked the best when he was with others. He could protect them from attacks from villains and falling debris.

A somewhat pained-look grew on the maned-wolf's face as he listened to Bakugou's words. He didn't sound angered that he might not join the Typhoon. Just lonely and hollow and bitter. There was a lot of salt in the other's wounds and he hated to make things worse, but he couldn't bring himself to possibly trust those in the Typhoon, aside from Tokoyami and Bakugou. "Er- I'll think about it, if that makes you happy?"