08-17-2018, 10:28 PM
The over-enthused often unsettles Bakugou. Their energy was draining, as if the sparks of life were being sucked away from his own skin. Goldenluxury was one of those. She seemed to be far too content, too easily adapting to whatever shit storm was thrown her way. Some days, just watching her go about in her uneasy state was overbearing. It exhausts him to simply see her continue to try. When the female replies to the soothsayer, there's a smoky breath of relief to simply hear her reinforce that she was not an embodiment of happy energy. No, she was just too positive and took everything gratefully. It contrasts with Bakugou and in all honesty, he feels mildly embarrassed. The ragdoll has the tendency to sulk, become easily aggravated with the smallest of things. He remembers a time his team came in second place. They worked hard to regain the points they had lost, managed to reach second place and had only just missed out on first place. He felt furious, like a swirling ball of flame. There was no gratitude for his teammates, no contentment that he had managed to reach the next round. He had pledged to be first and he had failed to do so.
Katsukarē. That was right. He once suggested to the girl to make something spicy to which she asked what he would like. He replied that he wanted curry but he never actually thought Goldenluxury would remember the name, let alone try to make it. "That'd..." his words leave before the voice in his head speaks, the male quickly catching himself through an abrupt fade of his tone. Bakugou recollects himself, unsure how to respond because he has a bit of a reputation to care for. "That'd be nice." He would appreciate learning how to cook at least something. Simply char-grilling his food wasn't going to cut it for him. But, on the topic of food, he notices one of the venandi children. Ament - the one he had named because he wanted to take the important job of doing it too. He sees how the raptor clings to the fem and his expression is unreadable. His features reflect some pattern of thought but the exact words he was thinking didn't seem to exist. A hint of what he was thinking was: fried chicken.
Katsukarē. That was right. He once suggested to the girl to make something spicy to which she asked what he would like. He replied that he wanted curry but he never actually thought Goldenluxury would remember the name, let alone try to make it. "That'd..." his words leave before the voice in his head speaks, the male quickly catching himself through an abrupt fade of his tone. Bakugou recollects himself, unsure how to respond because he has a bit of a reputation to care for. "That'd be nice." He would appreciate learning how to cook at least something. Simply char-grilling his food wasn't going to cut it for him. But, on the topic of food, he notices one of the venandi children. Ament - the one he had named because he wanted to take the important job of doing it too. He sees how the raptor clings to the fem and his expression is unreadable. His features reflect some pattern of thought but the exact words he was thinking didn't seem to exist. A hint of what he was thinking was: fried chicken.