08-06-2018, 07:17 PM
Kirishima seemed to be as calm as ever. He was much too forgiving of their earlier kerfuffle, much too gentle with the way he interacted with the fiery male. It was because of his peaceful reaction that Bakugou felt almost inferior in his attitude, flicking an ear when his friend replied: "That's good, as long as they're friendly I suppose." Somehow, it was those words that made him feel lost and have reality dawn on him like a holy ghost. And so, the ragdoll straightens up and takes a shuddering breath whilst Kirishima spoke about his experience of injuries and The Typhoon. A unicorn. Normally he'd laugh at him, tell him it was his fault for getting by a boulder and tortured by a horned horse of all things. He raises his head, finding it difficult to resist teasing and asking the male if the unicorn happened to bleed rainbow. Instead, Bakugou holds control of his impulses. "Well, it's good you're still alive and talkin'." He's glad Kirishima is here...more than glad, actually. But he doesn't actually show it.
"Aside from that unicorn" - it was hard not to choke his amusement but perhaps the canine could see how hard Bakugou was trying to get back into the swing of things - "what do you think of joining The Typhoon? If they try and bother you again, I'll fuckin' cremate 'em."
"Aside from that unicorn" - it was hard not to choke his amusement but perhaps the canine could see how hard Bakugou was trying to get back into the swing of things - "what do you think of joining The Typhoon? If they try and bother you again, I'll fuckin' cremate 'em."