bubble and boil // weekly tasks

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The last time Bakugou had asked to do 'weekly tasks' was during a busy time. He saw the line build up, the atrocious array of Typhooners willing to offer their free labour to the groups. Naturally, he would be opposed to join in but it was during a moment in time the male had been caught in a generous mood. In this point in time, Bakugou felt overwhelmingly indifferent to doing extra jobs around Paradis Island. It seems by now that he has a reputation, one that was actually positive. He doesn't particularly know how to feel about it. Perhaps it is a nudge to him to try harder, a wink to him for a character change. He knows he's become much tamer than he was before but, as Bakugou tries to convince himself, he is still the same old Bakugou his classmates loved to hate. As the ragdoll arrives, there's an unusual air of nonchalance surrounding the dark clouds of smoke which often circulated his body, enshrouding him with an often brooding atmosphere. Anyone can assume that this is due to his new position as privateer, newfound pride was consuming him. "Task," he says, wary enough not to mumble but still offering a cold exterior. His fiery irises flicker a glance to Rosemary, wondering what she will give him.