[ ooc ] oifdhsdkgjl happy birthday space egg!

Bakugou has busied himself with a number of things. Not only has his promotion to reaver opened way to a new assortment of jobs but he has also taken a number of hobbies such as blacksmithing and skinning animals. To skin animals, however, meant that he was left with more meat than he needed. It's come to a point that the ragdoll simply had too much to aimlessly throw to the venandi nests or eat by himself. Share. He needs to share the leftover food and this, of course, would end up appearing as a nice gesture. The reaver huffs to himself in amusement. A nice gesture, his mind echoes softly. He's never really considered himself to be a 'nice' person, but he also doesn't think of himself as a bad one. Perhaps harsh and rather cold, ill-tempered and a man of action rather than heartfelt words. If he wants to show appreciation for the ones around him, he would show it through the things he did than the words he said. He has a hard time choking those sugary words, too sweet to ever be left by his tongue that sometimes sprouted embers from the tip. This small...unofficial event he was going to host was a way of Bakugou showing his appreciation for The Typhoon no matter how many grudges and distastes he held against certain members.

A Korean BBQ. The idea of it was rather fun because it meant he got to further use the tools and weapons he created to thinly slice various cuts of meat. At the same time, left over stone could be used for stoves to place atop a fire. He was going to let his crewmates cook everything on their own, setting up small stations equipped with low seats and tables. Beside the stoves are small bowls filled with a minimal selection of seasonings should any Typhooners be interested and Bakugou had also managed to have their Dealer, Goldenluxury, prepare the sides and sauces. As usual, the bengal's food smelled nice and the reaver was rather pleased when he equally distributed the slices beside the unheated stoves. In between all the stations there is a bonfire, nothing dangerous but still large and crackling. Smoke rises into the evening skies, night falling quickly that any walker can notice the lantern decorations Bakugou put up. He thought it would draw more attention, remind other Typhooners of the KBBQ he was hosting for free.

With Goldenluxury having already handed out flyers, all Bakugou really had to do was wait around for his crewmates to appear, maybe even thank him for the work he didn't need to do. The reaver, releasing a loud yawn, sits at one of the stations and treats himself to food. Just in case anyone walks by having not received a flyer, there is also a big sign at the front saying: