Bakugou had never really liked the cold, nor was he fond of extremely dry places. But this stemmed from the fact that his original quirk had been based on his ability to produce sweat on his palms. He didn't like the idea of being quirkless, it made him feel as though he belonged with the rest of those degenerates who happened to dapple along the surface of the earth. Due to The Typhoon's tropical nature, the reaver found himself quite at home. It was a little humid but there was a good temperature that circulated their landscape, a warmth that made him feel more relaxed than he would in any other place. He would probably go mad if he had to live in a desert or some fancy mansion. They felt far too contained or mediocre, the same image day by day. At least The Typhoon, living on an island, would allow for all kinds of strange things to wash upon their shores. Their territory was expansive and large too, there were too many attractions for the reaver to ever grow bored of the group. Besides, the male tells himself, he felt loyalties to this place. It was something he wanted to protect and treasure, a sensation Bakugou wasn't exactly familiar with - or at least not to this strength.

Today, the reaver felt much better. He wasn't racked with pains, pains that turned out to be his body developing some new ability. He never thought it to be so painful but perhaps it had something to do with his reincarnation, his soul unable to interpret or understand the universe's magic which drifted and existed within every molecule and atom. For this reason, the male was in a rather good mood. He hadn't mastered his new ability but he was able to understand how he could allow it to work similarly to his combustion quirk as it allowed some level of mobility in the air. But for now, being rather patient, Bakugou was only using this ability periodically. After all, he still suffered from remnants of the pain. Sometimes when he tried to teleport forward, there was a delay followed by the sensation of his cells pulling apart to move his body through dimensional planes. Ouch. He has no other word for it.

His eyes latch towards the figure of Victor, remembering how the husky had so naively tried to join The Typhoon. He didn't particularly feel anything towards the sled dog but he did find the male to be rather airheaded for not realising their politics. He certainly hopes that Victor would not do the same as he had to The Ascendants, simply drop and leave them for being too boring. Regardless, The Typhoon was full of all sorts of dramas he'd think. If Victor was looking for a life of peace and harmony, their island was simply not the place to go to. On the topic of peace, however, his eyes do latch onto the fluff of moving yellow puffs clambering along the other's white body. They were ducklings and the male immediately recognises their 'beloved' Officer walking towards him, looking rather displeased. Not trying to eat them? The reaver snorts as he strides towards the two, unable to hide his sweet amusement towards the male. "The mother duck might make a good meal but the ducklin's would die. Goldie would probably whip your ass for tryin' too," Bakugou muses, tossing a cheeky glance towards Caesar. He was only being strangely playful. "And I'd rather wait for 'em to all grow up before eatin' 'em. What a waste otherwise."