BURY THE HATCHET IN HIS SHOULDER — MEETING 08.06

[Grey]

Bakugou hadn't attended the last meeting. He heard of what had happened, the welcome he received, but he didn't really care back then. Now that he was injured and still recovering, he was relieved of a few duties and thus had quite a bit of time to roam and wander. That, of course, was when he noticed the sound of the alarm followed by members rolling in to hear what Pincher has to say. He doesn't particularly wish to follow this mob mentality but nonetheless he his swayed and his legs bring him over, Bakugou settling quietly next to Kirishima with a signature scowl upon his striped features, red eyes glistening harshly in the light. Dino egg kids. Those utahraptors, huh? He somewhat wished they were dragons but he supposed no matter what he thought about them, he knew they were feral and wild. He would rather not have the inconvenience of them biting him. Then, next in the meeting, came something interesting and his blood seems to drain from his face. He was surprised. Pincher actually thought he had potential. Although this part of the meeting was likely for positive reinforcement, it hit Bakugou like a life-changing truck. He actually wanted to keep going, continue whatever he was doing because it was getting him recognition. For that reason, the ragdoll was almost like that a foolish child.

By the end of the meeting, of course, he simply nods and - only because he's in a good mood - says: "Congrats to those promoted."