[ ooc ] ooo, interesting writing style! it's really immersive. that being said, here lies bakugou's 100th post

Again it is that bell, that infuriating scream of metal clashing against metal. If strangers knew of the great annoyance those bells gave, perhaps there being a sign which politely notified everyone of the sound, one would have to be a complete masochist to dare tap the smooth gold. Perhaps they should situate black mambas at both walls and ask all foreigners to simply adopt the virtue of patience, wait for the casual passing Typhooner than aggressively ring a bell. It's been too many times that Bakugou has become enraged by the number of creatures who will repeatedly chime the obnoxious noise that he gave up coming all together, preferring to stay in his hut and just scream into a pile of animal rugs. Maybe he is just being dramatic though because this time, the sound of the bell is the same as it always has been - annoying but normalised within his mind, almost as if his brain could process the sound as being almost nonexistent, drowned out by the gentle hum of his thoughts.

Bakugou's eyes wander over the form of a lion, expression indifferent to his form. Now, one could come to correct Bakugou of his mislabeling but the privateer would only argue that the fem wasn't holding up a "she-her" poster above her, no neon-glowing lights to warn him that she identified herself as female. Still, the fiery male would judge the stranger as critically as possible, eyes half-squinted - getting there but not quite, almost condescending and detached of any emotions he may exchange with the feline. "Name's Bakugou," the ragdoll mutters his formalities, flicking an ear when he moves straight to business, "You rung the bell so what do you want?" He doesn't feel the need to ask for the lion's name in return for his. After all, if this turned out to be a mistake it was a waste of breath to have asked for the creature's name. Of course, Bakugou was in no mood for anyone to try and be funny by saying that they wanted a double decaf latte with mocha sprinkles in response to his rather impassioned 'what do you want' inquiry. He was willing to fry any smartass who tried it.

"This is The Typhoon." Pip did not speak especially loudly, though he did so clearly, unable to recognize what language this stranger spoke but able to understand that English probably wasn't her strongest suit. It wasn't an issue- in all honesty, the child found himself with questions, and if she was here to stay like Caesar suggested so indelicately, maybe she wouldn't mind teaching Pip a few things. Only if she wanted to, and, again, if she even stayed. To counter the gruffer demeanors of the others present, he smiled warmly at the lion, hoping it might make her more comfortable. Not everyone liked to be smiled at, though, and not everyone liked children. "My name is Pip. What is yours?" He would have to ask her why she was here, as she hadn't answered Bakugou, although Pip did not blame her; arriving here in a strange place and needing to speak a foreign language must be difficult to handle. Overlooking one or two things was completely understandable.
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