Luca wasn't really the exploring type. When he was younger he used to go on trips through the woods with his brothers and his sister, but that had ended when he was taken in by the Church. These days he only walked around when he had something on his mind. He preferred the safety he felt when he was home, but sometimes the small space and the constant smell of food was nauseating, and he had to come out to get some open space and fresh air. He hated how much his room reminded him of the cellar he used to be locked in, especially once night fell. It was embarrassing how scared it made him when he was alone, and yet he was getting pretty close to asking someone if he could stay with them for a bit. That might be awkward though, especially with Luca's reputation.

His paws pressed into the damp sand as he walked, his eyes on the ground below him. He didn't see much of a need to look where he was going- he knew his other senses could take care of him just fine. And they did. His nose twitched as a couple of half-familiar scents washed over him, and his eyes moved to look in front of him. He recognised the angel boy, and turned his head towards to trees to spot Kirishima, who was a little familiar as well. Luca couldn't place where he had seen him before, though. The demon tilted his head, looking between the two a couple times. "What're you two doing out here?" He asked eventually, taking a delicate seat.

Bakugou hasn't been sleeping at night. He was beginning to let his body rest during sun high, lounging like reptilian in the bay. When the moon was out, glinting its silent eyes, the ragdoll was awake to practice his fire. It was like candlelight but floating, hovering in front of him as his eyes determines the direction. Then, after having his eyes lead and guide the small bundle of flames, he stops his pupils from following and tries harder to use only his mind rather than his sanguine gaze. Bakugou shudders a sigh, releasing his elementals and watching the light dissipate, engulfed by the darkness of the evening. He stands and stares at his shadow caused by his illuminated, fire-cloaked tail. When he angles his tail and stands tall enough, sometimes his shape is reminiscent to that of a human. They were old times, existing only in the great chasms of his haunted memory. Although he uses his heat to warm himself, he still feels cold but he doesn't let his attention continue to linger there for any long when he turns his attention to the swarming pile of pirates on the beach. He squints at them at first, originally thinking it must have been a secret, romantic evening until he notices Kirishima was one of the creatures present.

Bakugou straightens his posture, huffing in his dismay. No, he doesn't want to believe it as he trots only the sand, paws sinking as the ragdoll marches over. His ear twitches when he comes into range, hearing Vandal's words about small talk and peace. He scoffs but doesn't say anything. "Eugh, fuckin' pack mentality," he curses quietly, annoyed that he was fooled into joining the heaping mass of members. This was what usually causes gatherings to begin with - one Typhooner checks out another Typhooner, someone follows, then the whole world follows to pile over whatever was happening. Suddenly something as simple as breathing can turn into a big deal.

she hadn't been sleeping for a long time. it was never something she had been known to do. perhaps for a little bit when she was months younger, as she had been sure to get plenty of rest and naps in her earlier days, but now she would not. now she could not. it's not like she wasn't trying nowadays. her injuries forced her to stay in bed most of the time either way. not that she'd let that stop her.

like most nights, she had been plagued with nightmares earlier. nightmares of his words. nightmares of their eyes. nightmares of the blood. she needed to calm down. she needed to stop panicking. she did not want to wake up the whole of the submarine this time. she has been doing that too often. instead, she would painfully and clumsily crawl out and walk outside, breathing in the familiar ocean breeze.

she hadn't planned on walking very much - she just wanted to calm down and then go back to bed, but she was drawn by various voices. so, the injured girl would drag herself over, leaning on her walking stick for support. her striking green eyes' glow was even more apparent with the dark surroundings and would be the first thing others could see from her as she got closer, her ears perked upward slightly. this was one of the few occasions she didn't wear her accessories - only her blue feather earring.

she listened to junji, her vision tired and a little dizzy because of it. she arrived next to vandal, leaning against her aunt gently with shaking legs. she opened her mouth to speak as junji began to talk about the sky, glancing upward herself, only to immediately close it and stare with a sudden cold fear as she heard another voice. decius' voice. the girl's breaths seemed to stop. her eyes shot towards him for a split second only to immediately after look towards the ground.

she felt like she was going to throw up. her entire body began to shake. she needed to act like everything was alright, though. she couldn't give away what happened. the other words said do not quite reach her ears and her gaze seems to grow distant. she needs to act normal. she needs to calm down. "i l-li-like t-to loo-look at th-the o-oc-ocean mys-ss-self." she commented weakly and shakily, not looking away from the ground and gulping. calm down.