There were two types of pirates that intimidated Bakugou - the ones who meant business the moment you set your eyes upon them, and the ones who didn't appear intimidating at all. The first one was difficult to come across. Many times has he seen a frightening specimen only to realise they were harmless, hardly anything to worry about. Perhaps it was just his expectations for the sea-dwelling creatures: to appear horrific and be horrific, to live up to what they radiated so genuinely. Bakugou hates liars. He can't stand those who couldn't deliver on their promises, their pledges. It's probably why they hated him so much at UA. He was overconfident, snarky and far too self-absorbed in his own ambitions. The worst part of it was that he delivered, powered by a burning ambition that made others uncomfortable and angry.

The second type of pirate, however, made Bakugou most unsettled. They were the ones who were easy to underestimate, the ones you'd subconsciously let your guard down around. For that reason, the ragdoll never dared to truly assume someone to be weak until he observed their capabilities, weighed their potentials. Personally, Bakugou believes that everyone has the potential to be evil, but not everyone had the potential to be a genuine good person. They were inbred to be selfish, to respond to how things made them feel. Essentially they were all following what made them happy. If helping others was their salvation, then they continued to do so because of that emotion, brimming at the seams. There was a level of selfishness in everything - nothing was done unless there was some kind of gain. The more he lets himself ponder on such, the more he begins to dislike the world and its motives. How could he have called himself a hero if he couldn't even trust the world? They always told him he'd make a better villain.

Deception. The very idea of tricking the eyes of unsuspecting victims wasn't something he liked to think about. Anyone was a walking vessel, imprinting some kind of impression that may not be true at all. Those with sight only saw what others wanted them to see, those with ears only heard what others wanted them to hear. It makes him realise exactly why he can't believe in anything or anyone. The emotions which bubble inside him are only alive in him and not even he understands everything he feels and longs for. Even Bakugou finds his own mind playing tricks on him. Sometimes he'd wake up and forget he no longer has hands or feet, no pointed nose but an entire muzzle obscuring his view. It makes him feel dazed, as if his human life had all been a dream. Confusion isn't a particularly fun emotion after all, and this was the emotion which possessed him at this very moment.

Confusion. Even the word sounds as if it doesn't know its own purpose. He doesn't understand why there is a little girl at the beach with her eyes covered. He feels uneasy. Maybe he is struck by a sense of deja vu, as if he's seen her before and knew exactly why there is a bandanna which wraps along her head. Ornaments decorate the child, nothing bizarre but still accenting a sense of spirit, a pirate's ghost. The privateer scrunches his nose, approaching Keona in his own bewilderment, unsure as to why she is sitting there with fabric covering her eyes. A sick prank? Perhaps someone told the girl that there was a surprise waiting for her, to cover her eyes until someone came only to leave her alone...just sitting there. He doesn't want to look like he cares but frankly, he feels that he has to look out for her because it is his job. He isn't doing this out of a desire to be a good person, but simply because he felt he had to. "Why do you have a bandanna on y'face?"

⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | engaging. . . |
Deception.  Ikaia was unfamiliar with the nature of deception.  Lies.  Misleading appearances.  The boy had grown up alone before venturing across the waters and finding himself among a crew of pirates.  A lot of rather typical things were brand new to him.  Not that he was not excited to learn.  The small feline had made it evident from day one he would do his best to be a 'great pirate'.  To him, that meant learning all about pirates.

Hard when they were all so different from each other.  Of course, most of his observance had been on the outside.  He'd committed to very little actual interaction, despite his friendly nature.  Deep down, he was... Antsy.  He was just a young shapeshifter, a fae-blooded - though not quite a typical fae - with little to no knowledge of the world.  No family. No close friends.  No actual clue.

That said, Ikaia did recognize Keona.  She was the only kitten smaller than him.  Not to mention he had become familiar with the way her eyes looked.  The color of them too, was unique, and he found them rather fascinating.  Keona herself, was rather a fascinating example of the way pirates came in unique colors.  She was terribly young, though perhaps like him, not as young as she looked per say, and on top of that, entirely blind.  So when he realized it was Keona, sitting in the sand, her eyes covered, he paused.

Perturbed, the boy trotted over after Bakugou.  His keen brown orbs narrowed curiously on the other child, thoughtful. "New outfit?" He inquired, a slight smile gracing his lips.  The oncilla carried with him a strange air. Something wild and untamed.  Blunt as the sky was blue.  Lies and tact did not come easy for him and it leaked into his playful, cheerfully naive voice.  He glanced at Bakugou, grin turning to a smirk as he wondered if the other did not actually know the bandanna made no difference to Keona's ability to see.

"Keo right?" He seemed to ask every time they ran into each other.  He wanted to be polite.  Friendly.  Hopefully she did not mind.  "I like the earring, it's cool.  The bandanna's neat too, it makes you seem real mysterious," maybe that was part of the goal?  Bandannas were fairly common among pirates, he supposed, though they were oft over the forehead, not covering the eyes.  Perhaps that explained Bakugou's confusion.  "But I liked your eyes."