It was a weird sensation, an out of body experience, to be suddenly drawn back to reality. Sometimes his eyes were unable to perceive what was actually in front of him, blending and merging, lines blurring. He would be paying attention, letting his mind process everything his gaze saw, but still be surprised when the volume of the sounds around him suddenly elevated. There were moments where he wouldn't even react when dirt was flying towards him until it was too late. Only then would his reflexes kick into gear, mechanically moving him, causing his elementals to lash out in an attempt to protect him from something that could have been completely harmless. He was getting lousy, leaving his guard down but at the same time, keeping his walls high. He felt too detached to allow emotional connections to be formed, but he was more vulnerable than ever because the physical world around him didn't seem to shackle him to the ground the way it used to. He felt weightless, able to be easily drifted away into the realm of his mind, speaking to himself in various tongues. Bakugou didn't even have to think with words. All he needed was some kind of spark in his head, a feeling, and he would immediately understand what the disembodied voice of his mind was saying.

Festivals, parties, feasts. They were all social gatherings, all the same to him. He didn't like attending them because it meant he had to care for his physical appearance, it meant he was prone to being talked to by the likes of anyone. He would rather stand around and brood, maybe take a bit of food and sit down to watch everyone go about their lives like normal mortals. He thought himself different to them, finding himself unable to integrate because he never understood extroverts. Still, he appreciated the active social life of The Typhoon. It filled the place with energy, made their situation with the ghosts less dramatic even though they had been messing with them throughout the month. He surely hoped they would be gone by the start of November, wondering if they were only present in this world during Octobers. There were still a number of things Bakugou had yet to understand in this universe. It was all still very much new, despite having been a part of The Typhoon three months now. Although the idiocy of pirates couldn't surprise him much, there were still a number of things that confused him. He still, for example, doesn't understand the presence of dinosaurs in this world and why they were all so rare. Maybe this world was just a dumpster of forgotten laws and broken, fragmented physics.

For once, he isn't decorated by the remnants of burnt wood, ashes clean from his cream pelt. One would probably be unconvinced if Bakugou mentioned he had groomed himself to look semi-decent because there were a significant number of rogue strands that flicked outwards, constantly giving him an prickly appearance. Well, his fur wasn't lying. The Reaver was well known for his explosive and antisocial personality, perhaps it was a physical manifestation of how it felt to dare to interact with the ragdoll. He wouldn't know. When the male arrives at the feast, he notes the number of pirates who were already filling the vast spaces available, counting the single ally who had arrived. He didn't know her name until an NPC walked past, decorated in an assortment of jewels, whispered to him that the hellion was the leader of Sunhaven, Marina. She looks far too cozy interacting with his Captain but Bakugou feels no need to suddenly flare and become protective. He doesn't care who Pincher associated himself with so long as it meant they had a leader. They needed someone to keep their troublemakers in place, troublemakers being the likes of himself. As much as he hated that Pincher had scolded him that one time, he appreciated that it was only a warning.

Normally, the ragdoll would move straight to the food. He would fill his plate before resorting to a more isolated area, sitting down to eat while he glared at anyone who walked too close to him. He'd sit there, twiddling his own tail, almost appearing nervous if it weren't for the fact that he gave just about anybody daggers. This time, however, his attention was shifted towards Pincher's small address to the guests attending the feast. There was nothing stopping him from tuning in, not even the gentle rocks of The Tempest could distract the Reaver. Truth or Dare. He doesn't feel any interest in partaking in the game. Usually it caused more arguments and gossip than it needed. It was easier to sleep through parties than actually participate in them, Bakugou knowing that he was too introverted for his own good to participate. One glance at the food that was squelching - heck he thought he even saw one of them move - was enough to tell him that joining the game was a dare in itself. He wasn't going to join himself had it not been for the fact that no one was taking initiative to begin the game. He scrunches his nose, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Fine, he'll play.

"I'll say the first dare since no one's actually started the game," the ragdoll says, rolling his eyes. To be completely honest, he doesn't want to be here. He would be trembling in fear, concerned to say a truth or a dare, had it not been that he wanted to uphold a reputation. Bakugou's sanguine gaze drift about, finally settling his attention onto the next member to post who wants to play truth or dare and saying: "Truth or dare?" The own words felt strange for him to say. It wasn't in his nature but here he was, trying something new because he couldn't stand watching everyone so awkwardly interact with each other. Besides, he tries to convince himself, he didn't want to be stuck on raptor babysitting duty. Just looking at Masie already made him queasy, stressed that he might be forced to look after the feral fem because he was the only one not playing.

Bakugou snorts at the german shepherd, the canine in his direct line of fire. He already had a few premade truths or dares, finding the need to plan his next words because Truth or Dare wasn't exactly a game he liked the play. He struggled with why others found it fun, enjoyable to dare others to do stupid things, exciting to hear others choke on answers. To be honest, he was hoping the male would pick dare because he had a bone to pick with the raptor trainer. This would be a good excuse for him to watch the other suffer and do nothing about it, snarling in disappointment when the male picked truth because he didn't trust him. Well, the male wasn't wrong about that. But he still couldn't stifle a comment: "Coward." And he certainly felt right to have called Owen that when he said that he found Goldenluxury to be scarier than Pincher, flicking an ear curiously at the other's reasoning. He's never really witnessed the girl angry, or at least to the point that she was yelling and snarling. Was Bakugou intimidating? To children, maybe, but he knows many are used to his frequent outbursts that it wasn't scary anymore. The Typhoon has just come to accept that it was how the Reaver was.

Funnily enough, Bakugou had managed to get the game going, cocking a figurative brow when Owen had the initiative to continue by asking Seamus the next question. No one seemed to be picking dare and he had a feeling it was something to do with the unappetizing food on the table, the way some of them squirmed and still seemed to be alive. The male had picked truth, receiving a question that the ragdoll would not like to have received himself. Truth was, he didn't feel particularly close to anyone. He felt detached. Goldenluxury and Kirishima had been his main go-to's but since Goldie's amnesia and Kirishima's lack of presence in The Typhoon, he was beginning to feel lonely again. The only thing that accompanied him was routine, the only thing that made him feel sane. Before he realised it, however, he was drawn into the childish game. Truth or dare, Seamus had asked him. His ear twitches, "Dare." He wasn't going to be a coward like Owen and Seamus, refusing to appear meek and afraid of doing things that were uncomfortable. Besides, he wasn't very good at expressing what he was truly thinking. He was far better at venting in the midst of battle than just sitting down and talking about how he felt.

He bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting towards the tuna eyes. "Bad dare," he says, snorting at the male. To anyone else, the dare would have been awful. But the consumption of fish eyes in Japan wasn't uncommon. One time his mother had forced him to eat them when he was a child, claiming it'd make him smarter. Although it gave bad memories, he wasn't phased about eating the eyes. He walks towards the 'dish', sniffing it to ensure it wasn't foul smelling. Although the food being off wouldn't harm him considering his awfully high body temperature, he didn't want to eat anything that had been spoilt because it would leave a horrible taste in his mouth. It seemed fine, at least, the male taking all three at the same time for the sake of proving just how weak of a dare it'd been. He swallows, the slimy gooeyness rolling down his throat. He opens his mouth to prove he had consumed the fish eyes before shifting his attention to the next person to post. "Yo, truth or dare?"