08-26-2018, 06:13 AM
If it hadn't been for the recent bone merchant, Bakugou perhaps would have been intensely suspicious about the cart the woman hauling. But, from the look of it, he doubts she is hiding any bombs in there. From brief inspection, with eyes burning in her direction, she posture seems to reek of tiredness - it's unlikely for her to be able to run far from the looks of it. At the same time, there's no smell of gunpowder. Back in the old world, Bakugou was very familiar with its scent. He himself often smelt of coals and burnt metal so it was easy for him to recognise anything unusual. The more he thinks about it now, the more absurd he realises it. Pah, animals engineering bombs. It was highly unlikely considering their paws and far too overpowered for only one individual to be capable of doing. Their lack of precision grips also make this idea highly improbable. He just...expects the worse out of others. There is no reason for the male to be paranoid and yet he was.
The ragdoll approaches and stands beside Marcellus, flicking an ear at the irritating chime of bells. Just for once he's wished that some idiot would ring the bells outside the black mamba pit, just once he'd like to hear some buffoon get viciously mauled by those legless reptiles. His furrowed brows relax when he finally peers at her items, snorting a little when she comments that The Typhoon was 'lovely'. Well, if they ignored the whole populace of their pirate group then yes, they were lovely. The privateer's eyes skim gently across the assortment of soft toys and accessories, uninterested in such 'unmanly' things. The masks, however, sitting right beneath his nose had a haunting aura about them. He doesn't like things that feel artificial and it was as though they were staring back at him through nonexistent eyes, glaring at him through the void. Bakugou glances back at the masked wolf, his irises mirroring fire. He wasn't angry, per say, just curious. "You like creepin' people out or something? There's so many of 'em."
The ragdoll approaches and stands beside Marcellus, flicking an ear at the irritating chime of bells. Just for once he's wished that some idiot would ring the bells outside the black mamba pit, just once he'd like to hear some buffoon get viciously mauled by those legless reptiles. His furrowed brows relax when he finally peers at her items, snorting a little when she comments that The Typhoon was 'lovely'. Well, if they ignored the whole populace of their pirate group then yes, they were lovely. The privateer's eyes skim gently across the assortment of soft toys and accessories, uninterested in such 'unmanly' things. The masks, however, sitting right beneath his nose had a haunting aura about them. He doesn't like things that feel artificial and it was as though they were staring back at him through nonexistent eyes, glaring at him through the void. Bakugou glances back at the masked wolf, his irises mirroring fire. He wasn't angry, per say, just curious. "You like creepin' people out or something? There's so many of 'em."