It's not hard to notice a dragon in the sky, approaching the island in it's glistening scales and almighty glory. Reptilians have always held that same intimidating and noble air, a nonchalance that doesn't escape its frigid, thin-slit eyes. They've always looked mechanical to Bakugou, full of judgement as their all-seeing orbs freeze across the landscapes they processed. He's never liked the idea of becoming insignificant, never been able to begin to understand those who liked to work behind closed curtains and take no credit for their works. That was how Bakugou felt when he continued to drag the carcass of a half-burned okapi. A beautiful creature really, but it was unfortunate that it fell into a nature-born trap, unable to move that the ragdoll felt a strange wave of pity for the creature. And so, here he was, dragging the poor dead thing along the ground towards his hut with his eyes darting about, recognising the mass of a creature gliding towards the island. It's hard to remain calm when it looks as though it can rain fire at any moment but Bakugou is more than willing to fight fire with fire, muscles tensing when the creature looks it is about to land from the far away distance.

He hurries to heave the body into his hut to skin later, quickly pouring a bucket of ice (as if it would help preserve the creature for just a few more hours) and ducking out. He closes his door with an accidental slip of his paw, ears perking in anticipation of the obnoxious bang of wood against wood. As Bakugou's hut is situated close to the beach, he is slightly vexed when he sees a storm of sand result by the landing of such a massive beast. The ragdoll, seeing the particles begin to drift back to the ground, walks towards the strangers with a sliver of interest twinkling from his sanguine hues. It appears that their Dealer Goldenluxury is one step ahead of him, already moving in to greet the foreign-tongued girl. Then materialises the figure of Linux, the young kitten who always found a way to get on the top of his nerves. The male twitches an ear, saying nothing because he's convinced himself he's better than that, deciding to wait and listen to whatever this Nanohara wanted to say. He recognises the language to be similar to the one that he knew, squinting his eyes just a little before realising it was most likely Korean. Bakugou knew only Japanese and English, there was no way he'd be willing to learn that language just for one or two weirdos.

"Bakugou," the ragdoll introduces himself first and foremost, curling his tail towards himself. He doesn't really care about the ferocity which radiates from the dragon. Although he admires its sheer strength and appearance, the reaver decides he'd rather focus on other business. "Does Miso -" he cuts off abruptly, feeling his ribs begin to shudder once more. A strangeness returning to his flesh as though it were about to tear itself into two. Although this pause is only for a few seconds, as if he is rethinking his words, the pain that overwhelms him feels as though it is taking forever. His eyes squint just a little. "- need any shelter in particular to stay in?" He doesn't want to assume that the winged beast was incapable of sentient thought but, just in case, he directs the question to the so-called Nanohana. He can't help but think of Lucifer's dragon form and the wisdom which seeped from his tough scales. Even then, he'd heard so many stories of wyverns and dragons who spoke not a single, translatable word, speaking some mysterious dragon-tongue.

The tabby's lips begin to part again, as if he is about to add on to whatever greeting or housekeeping business he thought was necessary, but keeps himself hanging. He doesn't want to be too hospitable because he hates offering to do jobs, but he also knows that he doesn't want Goldenluxury to overwork himself and certainly doesn't want to see Linux handing out stickers as if it was the only thing The Typhoon was capable of doing. But, considering that the decorated fem had said she was planning to stay only about a week, Bakugou sees little point in settling her into a nice place to stay unless the woman specifically asked for it. He can't be bothered looking for one and, in spite of his initial good intentions, would probably end up leaving that job to the Dealer. He has little patience for being helpful for no gain.