Sunhaven had a pool of swimming personalities, all different and unique, lively and quite exhausting for him to think about. They certainly had an active presence in The Typhoon's lives and he would have regretted his rejection of their alliance had he not had a deep sense of pride. To be honest, upon hearing that they were to have a trial alliance due to coming to a two-way split, he was preparing to say 'I told you so' when the merchant group failed to live up to his expectations. Strangely enough, Sunhaven was putting all their heart and soul into maintaining a good relationship. The Reaver was beginning to become convinced that they were the ones slacking. Then again, Bakugou wouldn't know. He was detached from the affairs of envoys, choosing to leave such duties to more patient and social members of The Typhoon. He needn't know how on earth they were keeping their side of the alliance until it came back to bite him. It was simply how things were and it was safer that Bakugou stayed confined within the island than go about trying to make friends. He would probably throw the whole alliance under shambles by accident.

He noticed the kitsune rather quickly, whiskers twitching because he was wondering what Sunhaven was doing here now. If he didn't know any better, they were like normal members, an addition to their pirate party. She looked to be distracted by some of plants found at the border and he debated just leaving her there, not wanting to be asked any questions about flowers and other vegetation because he knew nothing about them. Still, knowing it was the least he could do when it came to politics, the ragdoll approaches the genderless creature. He's seen her here before. She was the one who came to Junji to ask about some kind of medic society, a group to share information on herbs. He thought it to be quite revolutionary but also wondered how it was faring considering the angel was so busy. Now that Junji had sages to teach, the load should have hopefully lightened at least a little. "Bus'ness here?" Bakugou asks, hoping she wouldn't attempt to be funny again and reply that she was here 'to talk'.

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His eyes narrowed at her mockery of his lax manner of speaking. Sometimes he couldn't be bothered emphasising such subtle sounds, sometimes dropping h's or g's because they felt like too much of a hassle for him to brother. Regardless of how she made him feel, he was doing his best to let the woman's words slide, only caring for her purpose in appearing at The Typhoon's border. She had an invitation for a bonfire and frankly, he wasn't too interested. He never liked social events and even in the ones that occurred on the island had been a pain to attend. He only went because he felt as if it were an expectation to prove that he was present within The Typhoon. That being said, he couldn't speak on behalf of the island. "I accept your invitation but it's not up to me if pirates can or can't be bothered to go," the ragdoll says bluntly. It was the truth. He wasn't going to say that they would be attending only to be wrong, giving the woman false information. It wasn't his thing. "Is that it?" He had almost opened his mouth to tell her to 'fuck off' in habit. It was how Bakugou always told others that their business with him was done.