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The number of eggs popping up around Typhoon territory were almost alarming to the point he grew more and more concerned every time some new creature seemed to pop up. First the Venandi pack, then the raptor pack, and now this little dragon that Kirishima had seemed to claim for his own. The Typhoon was definitely becoming quite the immersive and diverse bunch. Quietly his paws dragged him over to the scene as to which he would look to the others before allowing his eyes to land on the small body of the baby dragon and Kirishima who seemed to be protectively curled around it. Silently he listened to it's name as to which he would give a gently nod of his head. "A pretty name." He spoke, voice almost a whisper before he sat down. "Need me to get anything for it?" He wouldn't mind running a quick errand after all. That dragon was now a member of the Typhoon and should be treated as such.

To be honest, when he had bodyguard, he was slightly hoping Kirishima would decide to hang around him more. Bakugou could be his friend's protector. But he supposes he's never been good at showing his affection appreciation for the Privateer that the ragdoll understood the male's decision to go snag an egg from that nest. He's not always around, after all, and his near-death experience followed by his coma was enough proof of that. He wasn't invincible. He wished he was but the Reaver was just as vulnerable as the rest. On the topic of Bakugou, the cream-furred male was taking a walk when he realised a significant number of pirates beginning to crowd around the reptilian form of Kirishima. He looks on quietly from the distance, not quite able to decipher to murmurs of each person when he finally, after giving up trying to be discrete, walking over towards the male. "Yo Eijirou, did the egg hatc -" he cuts off, landing his sanguine eyes over the pieces of cracked shell dappled along the ground. Then he raises his gaze just a little higher, catching the form of...

"I thought it was gonna be a dragon," he says, disappointed but happy that the male had at least found a companion. He hopes it doesn't bite him. Should it even dare to eat Kirishima, he would probably incinerate it while it was still small. Still, instead of focusing on the newborn caiman, he looks to the other member who had arrived, all expressing glittering interest. He does, however, feel a little uncomfortable at the baby raptor who had arrived, noting it was also featherless. This means it must have been one of Owen's rather than the Venandi who had seemingly disappeared from the island, perhaps terrorising other groups or drowned somewhere in a swamp to become fossilised. He twitches his ear at Marcellus. "Uh, food? Like meat?" He wasn't sure why he was attempting to ask a question directed to Kirishima. Maybe because subconsciously he assumed himself to be almost like the other dad of the reptile considering he had helped his friend retrieve the egg in the first place.