08-19-2018, 06:39 AM
Two figures standing at the gate, watching the way the bells chime. None of them look happy to be here, none look so relieved. He saw no elation within them and the silence which surrounds their body feels cold and worn. Simply glancing at the antithetical pair makes the clashes of the bells resemble bickering children, screaming for pulling at each other's hair, arguing for the sake of it. Bakugou scrunches his nose, unable to hypothesise a reason as to why these strangers were found to be together. Unwanted company. He says nothing to address the mundane tones which seem to revolve effortlessly within a heavy, almost intoxicating atmosphere. It was funny how all things familiar could be immediately shifted by a simple change in mood. The very smell of sea salt riding upon the male's back felt uncanny and repulsing. Bakugou's own day was totally ruined, the striker's sanguine eyes flashing a look of immediate distaste to the foreigners.
Snare has already done all the talking, Desperado is here as...well, maybe reinforcement. And Bakugou? There comes a time in life where one questions why he is here, why he even bothered to come all this way when from afar he could already see the blurred lines of Typhooners who have beat him to it. There's no particular reason for him to have arrived other than the fact that, like the others, he has been summoned here and in an effort to make meaning for the time lost, the energy wasted, he has chosen to stay around. Instead, he has already begun convincing himself, he will stick around to see if he can discover any purpose to everyone's sour moods. The only one who seems unfazed by this, perhaps even immune by the scent of unholy air, is Snare. It may, however, be because he assumes all children to be vessels of untamed energy. He himself counts as a child in this world, but Bakugou knows he's sixteen in all actualities.
Snare has already done all the talking, Desperado is here as...well, maybe reinforcement. And Bakugou? There comes a time in life where one questions why he is here, why he even bothered to come all this way when from afar he could already see the blurred lines of Typhooners who have beat him to it. There's no particular reason for him to have arrived other than the fact that, like the others, he has been summoned here and in an effort to make meaning for the time lost, the energy wasted, he has chosen to stay around. Instead, he has already begun convincing himself, he will stick around to see if he can discover any purpose to everyone's sour moods. The only one who seems unfazed by this, perhaps even immune by the scent of unholy air, is Snare. It may, however, be because he assumes all children to be vessels of untamed energy. He himself counts as a child in this world, but Bakugou knows he's sixteen in all actualities.