Bakugou has never liked Sunhaven and for that reason, he will always stand against them. If they ever wanted to be on his good side, to please him after destroying his first impression of them, they would need to work for it. Politics, however, never sided with personal feelings. No, it was all about the big picture - the real benefits. Fortunately for The Typhoon and to Bakugou's dismay, the vote had come to a tie and they were faced with a trial alliance. Unlike some of the other pirates who rejoiced at the idea of having opportunities for new connections, the Reaver dreaded the idea of having to see their faces. He already disliked the Rosebloods enough, consistently unimpressed by their stuck-up attitudes and rouge-ish mannerisms. He feels comfortable enough with island's own strengths but, if he has to admit, they were significantly weakened now. It makes sense to allow alliances to occur between The Typhoon and Sunhaven because it benefited them while they were temporarily unable to raid and battle.

He saw the girl approaching from far away, trying to ignore her and waiting silently for someone else to approach the merchant fem. Bakugou would rather not deal with their current 'allies' but the longer he waited, concealed by the undergrowth vegetations of the forest, the more he realised no one was going to come until he did. He scrunches his nose, tempted to walk as slowly as possible toward the foreigner but also knowing that it would cause a lot of possible snark to be directed towards him. Bakugou merely sighs as he teleports in front of her, his cream features materialising in the instance that he allowed impulse to take over him. "What do you want?" the male asks with a hiss. To a stranger, he would appear rude but to any other Typhooner, they would be able to tell that he was trying so begrudgingly to be helpful. Usually his words would come attached to swearing or some nasty comment that could be summarised to Bakugou telling the other to either die or get the fuck out, but today he was trying to be at least reasonably cooperative with their 'allies'.

Powers are something Bakugou has always known. The idea of losing them felt as if it were to lose his identity. It was a part of him that he intensely prided himself over. Some people, he believes, were just born to do great things. He's always thought himself to be one of them - gifted. Annoyingly enough, his mother thought of his skills to be frustrating when it came to his personality. He simply couldn't help his greatness. But, of course, there are other things to focus on when he rolls his eyes at the merchant's response to his question. No shit. It was obvious that she was here to talk, but his point was to ask what her business here was for. Of course, it would be easy to argue against Bakugou and tell him to abide to the usual words others said: name and business. He hates conforming to such norms. What lame and boring person made it so that everyone had to ask for the other's name and business? Yes, it makes things easier, but it sounded like a drag to hear over and over again. Besides, he gives little shit about asking for the others name. He will likely forget it so he may as well not waste his ears hearing them say it. At the same time, asking for another's business just felt...wrong to him. He's not a particularly formal tom.

His whiskers twitch irritably as the stranger speaks, talking about how she found politics a bore. He would agree with her to some degree but personally he'd call politics a pain in the ass. "The Captain will come if he wants to come but high positions should be enough to hear you out," the Reaver says, flicking an ear when he listens quietly to Venus' proposal of a medic society to Junji. This was more or less the angel's decision. He's never really allowed himself a say when it came to healing and medicine. The black mambas were like an untouchable guild, a group he'd never really question unless he was flustered enough to ignore the invisible barriers. "A medic society? As in you guys want to work together and share information or somethin' like that?" This was something he could actually wrap his head around. He was worried for a moment that the fem had arrived to talk about some plague sweeping over Sunhaven that they needed medics to help. They already had so little. He wasn't going to let Junji or Sil go for the life of him.

"Well, Junji, that's your call. I won't butt in." He would otherwise approve to the proposal, seeing as information was valuable and even better when free, but Bakugou was not a medic. He felt as if he didn't have a say despite being perfectly allowed to approve of the medic society.