wait a minute! / open

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Bakugou hasn't been sleeping at night. He was beginning to let his body rest during sun high, lounging like reptilian in the bay. When the moon was out, glinting its silent eyes, the ragdoll was awake to practice his fire. It was like candlelight but floating, hovering in front of him as his eyes determines the direction. Then, after having his eyes lead and guide the small bundle of flames, he stops his pupils from following and tries harder to use only his mind rather than his sanguine gaze. Bakugou shudders a sigh, releasing his elementals and watching the light dissipate, engulfed by the darkness of the evening. He stands and stares at his shadow caused by his illuminated, fire-cloaked tail. When he angles his tail and stands tall enough, sometimes his shape is reminiscent to that of a human. They were old times, existing only in the great chasms of his haunted memory. Although he uses his heat to warm himself, he still feels cold but he doesn't let his attention continue to linger there for any long when he turns his attention to the swarming pile of pirates on the beach. He squints at them at first, originally thinking it must have been a secret, romantic evening until he notices Kirishima was one of the creatures present.

Bakugou straightens his posture, huffing in his dismay. No, he doesn't want to believe it as he trots only the sand, paws sinking as the ragdoll marches over. His ear twitches when he comes into range, hearing Vandal's words about small talk and peace. He scoffs but doesn't say anything. "Eugh, fuckin' pack mentality," he curses quietly, annoyed that he was fooled into joining the heaping mass of members. This was what usually causes gatherings to begin with - one Typhooner checks out another Typhooner, someone follows, then the whole world follows to pile over whatever was happening. Suddenly something as simple as breathing can turn into a big deal.